Every time Nathaniel saw Omar, his heart would skip a few beats. His heart would startle each time their eyes locked.
However, Omar wasn't his to want. The darkling hated him and it was hard to persuade him against it.
The next few days were spent with Omar acting as though Nathaniel didn't exist. Using up all of his time to care for Azlan. Waiting for news on how they were to bend the hand of the moon goddess.
On the other hand, Noam avoided Nate with all his might. They rarely met even by accident in the hallways. The two of them lived in the same house but it seemed as though they lived a million miles apart.
Nathaniel couldn't force the two of them to accept him. He kept himself occupied with tracking down the know-it all little boy. The boy was the one who held the hope of him finding out why everyone despised him.
