Natalie managed to hold it together until Jax got her inside, and then the shaking started, the adrenaline fading fast, if not already gone. She couldn't look at Dex, and she could barely look at Jax either as the story tumbled from her trembling lips in broken fragments.
"He found me. He knew I'd come here. He said I was just like him." Who? "Azazel. He's dead now. I fought--I killed him. Oh god, oh god, I killed Rick Hardwell and burned down the cabin."
Her eyes darted around the room, and she hugged herself, shrinking away from an invisible tormentor. "Ffff--" she started to curse, and then cringed at the very word. "He's gone," she said, her voice almost a whimper now. "I can still feel him inside me."