Chapter 135

Nathan couldn’t move. He didn’t know what to do, what was right, but even though he wanted nothing more than to give his brother the benefit of the doubt, he was not prepared for what happened next.

Gabriel cocked the hammer of his gun but he didn’t fire. Instead, his hand began a slow curve toward his own temple.

Jim looked on, his eyes glowing as if they were on fire, slit and wild, with death in their gaze. “You’re right,” he said, his voice too low, too dark. “But not by you.”

The gunshot startled Nathan, the gore left behind, the sight of Gabriel falling and then just there, dead on the floor. Nathan couldn’t breathe, feeling Sasha tense and clutch him tighter. His heart sank further when he realized that Walter was nowhere to be found—as if banished by a dark sidhe.

“Nathan,” Jim called, still low, still dark, but with something else, something that sounded likeJim, dripping with anguish and apology.