Chapter 48

• Nathan’s POV
• I had just finished rinsing out the coffee mugs when I made my way back to my room, rubbing a hand through my hair, still damp from the steam in the kitchen. The house was quiet, aside from Claire’s occasional humming down the hallway. Whatever energy she’d gotten this morning from breaking into my sacred bathroom hadn’t fizzled out. If anything, it had multiplied.
• I opened my closet, staring blankly at rows of neatly pressed suits.