When I was young, Nate protected me from others at school. He didn't know I could and would stop them. We were all damaged, so his defense was precious.
Under a blood-moon, we swore oaths of brotherhood. He meant every word – then and now – but he suffers for it.
“Seth,” he says, “you awake, lucid?”
I open my eyes, nod.
“We’re coming up on the farm. Are you with me?”
hate that he has to ask. His mistrust grows like a tumor, but removal
must wait. I tap my magic, check my gun, and follow him into the