Blood Hunt (Codex Blair Book 2) by Shows Izzy

Author:Shows, Izzy [Shows, Izzy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

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I was bloody exhausted the next morning when I went for my run. I hadn’t reached home until four a.m., Shawn had quite the appetite. I had opted not to spend the night, and he hadn’t put up a fight when he’d realised my intent. We hadn’t wasted any breath talking about it, and I was aware that it was possible I might regret that at some point down the line. But I wasn’t looking to have a relationship, not right now, it just didn’t fit in with the lifestyle I was currently leading. Shawn had said before that he wasn’t asking me for anything I wasn’t ready to give, and I should have asked him to expand on it at the time, but then I had been thinking of keeping him at arm’s length.

Now I needed to have that conversation with him. I needed to make sure that things weren’t about to become awkward between us, because that was the last thing I needed right now. Gods, I depended on him, he was the man who put my pieces back together after every major fight. He had pulled my broken and shredded body into one piece after Tyburn Tree, I wouldn’t have made it out of that without him, and there was a real chance that there would be more situations like that in the future where I would need him. If I had screwed that up with one stupid night, a night where I’d let go of my control for a split second.

What a glorious night it had been, though.

My cheeks heated at the memory and I pushed myself harder, running until my lungs burned and not a single thought but moving forward could surface in my brain. It was punishment, punishment for my slip in judgment last night. When I couldn’t possibly draw another breath and my legs felt like jelly I allowed myself to stop, bending over to grasp my knees as I forced myself to pull in air. Then I began the walk back to my house.

I didn’t know what I was going to do about this mess, but I did know that now was not the time to be dealing with it. I had to make headway on this case, and now, or there were going to be much bigger problems than who I was fooling around with.

I let myself get lost in my thoughts on the walk back, contemplating what could be done to figure out this case. When I was finally in front of my door again, I hadn’t figured out any of it and was only more frustrated. I dissembled the enchantments to walk in, throwing them back up in what had become a reflexive motion now, and headed down into the basement. I was drenched in sweat, my shorts and t-shirt plastered to my skin, but it didn’t matter because I wasn’t done with my work out. In the basement at the far wall past the ritual circle was my punch bag; that great reliever of all stress.

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