Nathan Tenshaw.
I'm Nathan Tenshaw, popularly known as Nate. I love Nate more than Nathan. But my parents decided on Nathan, cause of prophet Nathan and his principles. They wanted such a son. But I'm no prophet. Though I deliver doom sometimes. Just like I would love to deliver doom to Regan. All Malachi has to do is say the words, and I'd do it.
Rather his words just now, echo in my ears.
'Because this Malachi has fallen in love with his wife.'
Love? Love isn't for us. Love is for losers and we aren't losers. We were sired by a dominant father and dominance runs in our veins. I stare at my elder brother. It's like he's drunk. But I know Malachi. Alcohol never affects him like it should.
"Malachi, snap out of this. You got to wake up. Melanie is out there with Regan. Regan bloody Heartstone, man! You need to act…"
"And do what? Didn't you hear what I said. I love her, Nate! I've fallen in love with her and I can't hurt her! If I do, I would be killing myself…"
