Nathan couldn't seem to be able to get words out past the thick lump in his throat. He just nodded once, quickly, to let Jim know he'd heard him, before turning to look at Lexi. He knew her, though she'd changed in the past few weeks, gotten rougher and darker and more depressed. She wouldn't lie. But Jim...
Christ.
"Wait," Lexi had gone still, staring at them, comprehension sinking in. "You're... You're the guy? The one he doesn't like? Jesus, Nate, what are you doing with him?"
Taking a ragged breath, Nathan pulled away from Jim, almost tripping over Shelia who'd gone to her master's side, concerned. "Stop it," he said in a hoarse whisper. "He says he doesn't know you."
"Why the fuck would I lie?" she shot back, anger settling into her face. "All I know is he's Sagramore, and he hates whoever the other half... Oh. Oh." Turning to look at Jim, she let her gaze sweep over him, reevaluating him. "You're the one he's sharing with. Christ, I thought he was just talking in circles, but you've actually shut him off."