Nathan's POV
The door closed behind me with a loud thud. It sounded like the end of something… like goodbye.
I walked behind Felix down the hallway. He didn't say anything, and I didn't either. My body still hurt — my chest from the smoke, and my head felt heavy and confused.
But none of that hurt as much as the feeling in my heart.
He sent me away.
I should've known it would happen. I stabbed him. He was supposed to hate me. I was supposed to hate him.
So why did it feel like I'd lost something important?
"You'll stay here," Felix said finally as we stopped at a heavy iron door. "This is your room now. You'll work in the forge making weapons. You eat here, sleep here, stay here. You're not allowed to leave unless the Derrick calls for you."
I nodded. "Okay."
Felix looked at me strangely. "Look… this isn't a place where most slaves are sent."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
