Chapter 268

Nathaniel kept coughing up blood, body convulsing as if he could barely hold on. He almost passed out on the spot before Julian finally took his foot off him. Curled up on the floor, Nathaniel gasped for air, the coughing still going strong. In no time, the front of his shirt was drenched in blood. When he finally managed to catch his breath, he looked completely wrecked, like he was barely hanging on. His eyes had lost their focus—he looked like he knew any more kicks, and he'd be shaking hands with death. Still panting, he glanced up at the two standing over him and asked in a hoarse voice, "What... what the hell do you guys want from me?" As far as he could tell, he hadn't done anything to piss them off recently. The more he thought about it, the more pissed he got. Running into them tonight? Just his bad luck. But if Julian and Evelyn weren't going to end him here and now, they'd better get ready—because he wasn't going down quietly. Evelyn looked down at the sorry mess he was, lyi