Chapter 145

• Nathan POV
• My forehead is pressed flat against the desk, cool wood doing nothing to ease the pounding behind my eyes. The room still feels like it’s swaying, like I’m stuck on a boat with no anchor and no hope of finding shore. My mouth is dry, my skull feels too tight, and every blink hurts.
• I force myself to lift my head, groaning as my vision adjusts. Theo is lying on the floor like a discarded marionette, one arm flung over his eyes, snoring softly.