Chapter 18

Natasha's POV

Garrick's ruined face was inches from mine. His breath reeked of rot and meat. "You're new."

I kept my eyes on his chest—not submissive enough to stare at the ground, not bold enough to meet his gaze. "Yes, sir. I'm Nathan, sir. Here to work."

"Nathan." He drew out the name, his nos...

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