Nathan had come right over after leaving Audrey and Ray at the Shiny Scupper. He was pissed, full of adrenaline and jittery rage, and all he could think about was how he couldn't feel it. He couldn't feel a damn thing, hadn't been able to in long enough that he couldn't remember what the world was supposed to feel like.

And it was all Duke's fault.

Everything was Duke's fault. Every terrible thing that had happened in Nathan's life. The last body Nathan had felt against his own had been Duke's and then he'd taken it all away, for some stupid smuggling scheme.

And here Duke was, on his stupid rust-bucket of a boat, flaunting his stupid perfect body and his ability to feel things like he'd never done anything wrong.

Nathan couldn't stand it.