Derrick's POV
I sat comfortably with my legs spread open. To anyone else, I probably seemed composed and completely at ease, untouched by the troubles of the world. However, deep down, I knew that wasn't the case.
My heart was racing, and I couldn't keep my toes from bouncing off the floorboards repeatedly. The glass of whiskey on the table in front of me had been left unattended. A beverage that usually calms my unease had become what fuels it.
I heard footsteps before I saw the person walk through the door. Nathan's scent filled the room even before he showed his face.
I was fascinated by how well he could command a room without being present.
Nathan stopped in front of me. Even awake, he looked frail, his eyes sunken and his bones protruding as if he had been starved.
We were alone in the room, and the tension weighed heavily on me. Suddenly, I couldn't find the words to speak.
I cleared my throat. "I want to know what happened to you."
