Nathan never ran so much in his life, even when he was a young boy. Of course, back then he didn’t have to run for his life, as he had to do so often now. What made it worse was that he often had to escort a certain Boston girl from one place to an other, only just skirting certain death. Although he sometimes complained, he actually liked it. Running, adventure, suspense…it was the stuff his dreams were made of. He thoroughly loved the thrill of fighting, the rush of adrenaline coming through during battle. He always loved the thrill of the chase.

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