Nathan's POV
Fredrick came into my room quietly.
Too quietly.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, my hands resting uselessly in my lap. The collar around my neck felt heavier than before, like it knew I was getting weaker.
"You haven't eaten," Fredrick said calmly, holding a tray of food. "You need to."
I lifted my eyes slowly. "I'm not hungry."
He sighed, like a disappointed partner, and stepped farther inside. "You always say that when you're upset."
That made my stomach twist.
We were not a couple.
We would never be a couple.
Before I could say anything else—
A loud crash echoed through the house.
Then another.
Shouts followed.
Fredrick froze.
So did I.
"What was that?" I whispered, my heart jumping into my throat.
Fredrick's eyes darkened instantly. He turned toward the door, listening.
Then the sound came again—closer this time.
Breaking glass.
Heavy footsteps.
Voices.
"They found us," Fredrick muttered.
My breath hitched. "Who?"
