Gavin was gone, but he had left a lingering cloud of despair behind. Nicholas had been on edge since he left. I sat criss crossed on the bed, watching him pace frantically around the room. His eyes were bloodshot; he needed to sleep.

“Dam*it,” Nicholas said. “I should’ve made that idiot tell me something useful before I threw him out.”

I didn’t know much about Gavin besides him wanting me dead, but it was apparent his only goal was to take his anger ...