Chapter 110

Nathan knew he had to move. Gabriel had a gun in his face. But all Nathan could think about was the piece of metal sticking out of Sasha’s chest.

Don’t think, Nathan thought frantically. Don’t think. Don’t think about how you failed. Don’t think about how you let him die. Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think.

“Nathan.”

Nathan looked to the side only because the voice was Walter’s and it grounded him somehow to hear something familiar. The image of Walter standing there so close was almost more painful becauseit grounded him—the plain and simple clothing, dark blonde hair a bit of a mess, warm brown eyes looking on with grief and sympathy.

“I’m here,” Walter said, kneeling down and reaching out like he might succeed this time when he tried to touch Nathan. “You can’t give up, Nathan. You can’t.”

But Nathan already had.

“Nathan please,” Walter pleaded.

“Nathan!”