Chapter 64
“No. Old man’s dead.” Fury released Nathan’s hand, and his voice was soft but clear. “I killed him.”
Nathan probably should have felt at least a twinge of anxiety when his boyfriend was lying in their bed, owning up to murder after nearly killing another man earlier the same night. But Nathan’s faith in Fury and that the bastard probably did deserve it, no matter what Fury thought, was too damned strong. Nathan didn’t say a word, but he found Fury’s hand and took it again. Fury made a soft sound that might have been pain or might have been relief. Sometimes, they were basically the same thing.
“We had a farm, out in Maryville. Me, my sister, my old man, and whoever my dad had gotten to help him out.” Fury spoke as if going by rote, but Nathan didn’t care. He held as still as humanly possible, kept clasping Fury’s hand, and listened with every fiber in his being.