His right foot sank into a deep puddle, and Nathan stumbled, fell to the ground, his leg and palms instantly blazing in pain. He whimpered, clenching his jaw, knowing that he couldn’t scream. The man would hear him, would come for him. And although earlier that hadn’t scared him so much, now he was terrified. The rage in that man’s face when he’d hit him with the metal bar . . . Nathan had never seen a grown man so angry. He wasn’t even a man anymore; he was a monster.
