Chapter 198

• Nathan's pov
• I sat in my study, staring at the flicker of the small fire in the hearth, though it wasn’t particularly cold. My mind had been tangled in the same loop all day—Claire’s accident replaying in sharp, unwanted flashes. Her voice mid-sentence. The screech of brakes. The hollow sound of metal colliding.
• I leaned back in my chair, elbows resting on the armrests, my fingers rubbing my temples. I was supposed to be reviewing reports, but the papers in front of me had been blurred for the last twenty minutes.