Chapter 81

Eighty-One

Nathan

The cool Sunday air seeped through the windows of my car, making the air around me chill and freezing. I ignored the strain in my fingers as they tightened around the steering wheel. There was no way I would take my eyes off the gate. Or off the building that stood behind the gate.

Arabella Montgomery's home.

"Arabella," I mumbled dryly, tasting her name on my tongue. It rolled out smoothly and perhaps it suited her. I didn't give a shit. She was Chloe to me.

My Chloe.

My phone beeped and reluctantly, I let go of the steering wheel to reach for the device. It was barely seven in the morning and here I was, at her doorstep. All that was left was for me to stick my tongue out, lapping like some dog.

Mahn, sometimes I hated how she affected me. How my insides tied up and my heart shook in Its place at the thought of her. How every part of me, just as it was now, tightened up like a coil only she could unwind.

I clicked on the message Cam had sent and my bro