Nathan's POV

My head was a storm of raging thoughts, a whirlwind of doubt and anger that wouldn't let me rest. The image of the burning warehouse, the empty lab, the betrayal in Jackson's eyes, it was a constant, haunting presence. The thought of Adina, of her being in his hands, was a cold, terrifying fear that kept me up all night. I couldn't sleep. I had to do something.

The next morning, the first light of dawn was a soft, pale thing that barely pierced the darkness. I went to the seer's ...