Chapter 83

The river was quiet, carrying only its usual murmurs, when something unusual caught my eye. A body-face-down-drifting closer with each pull of the current. At first, I didn't care. I had more important things to do, places to go. But when the current turned him just enough for the moonlight to brush his features, my blood ran cold.

Nicolas.

I froze on the bank, fists clenching. Of all the people fate could throw in my path, why him? I should have let the water take him, let him ...