Nathan’s POV

Salvatore’s men stopped me from beating the living hell out of Jonathan. As soon as my consuming anger subsided, my brain began to think.

“Amelie!” I said and frantically went to see the person wrapped in the blanket. What the fuck? It wasn’t Amelie, it was Mr. Duval, and he looks like he had several wounds.

“Franklin?” I asked.

“Nathan, help me, I need to go to the emergency room,” he said, holding up his hand for a second, then dropping it. “There was a ...