Tarnished Knight: Grimm's Circle, Book 4 by Shiloh Walker

Author:Shiloh Walker
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2010-10-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

So much for trying to help her get over the pain she felt, Jack thought.

Fragile.

Shit.

That woman wasn’t fragile. She might look a bit more…well, human, than normal, but she wasn’t fragile. Still, the pain he’d glimpsed in her eyes tore at him. He wanted to soothe…stroke, take it away.

Liar.

Shit, what had he expected, that she’d believed him? And why in the hell was he so angry? Jack didn’t know, but he was beyond furious. Beyond pissed and he unloaded on the heavy bag with unrestrained rage. He’d been pounding away for damn near an hour and his arms felt like lead, but he couldn’t stop.

Liar.

Yeah, probably seemed easier to think he was lying than to consider he might be telling the truth, he supposed.

Abruptly, he realized he wasn’t alone.

Without looking at her, he said, “Do us both a favor and just get the hell out of my house, princess.”

“One of these days, you’ll get the point when I tell you not to call me that,” she said, sighing. But the heat was missing from her voice. “And I’m not leaving. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m here for a reason.”

“Yeah? You mean other than pissing me off?” He landed one last punch on the bag and then turned to stare at her. Sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging them. He stalked over to the edge of the workout area he had installed in his garage, grabbed the towel and wiped his face off.

Perci remained quiet. He shot her a glance and immediately wished he hadn’t. The look in those dark brown eyes was enough to lay him low.

Fuck…that hunger just might stop his heart.

He choked back a groan and looked away, throwing the towel down. Bracing his hands on the unpainted concrete wall, he bowed his head and closed his eyes. Don’t look at her. She can’t read emotion—just pain, and seriously, having your dick tied into a knot isn’t real pain. Is it?

He heard the heavy bag’s chain rustle and he looked back, saw her standing next to it, watched as she stroked one hand down the worn leather.

He wanted to see that hand stroking something else.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She needed to get the hell out of here.

“You and me both know you would knock that thing clear off the chain in one punch,” he said. He smirked at her. “And although I really don’t need to coddle my ego, I’d just as soon not watch a woman bust the bag. So let’s just not.”

Perci smiled at him. Then, quicker than he could even track, she moved. That long, slender body moved up in the air, she kicked—jumping back kick, he thought, but damn she was fast. The bag went flying…and stayed on the chain. She caught it on the first backswing and smiled at him. “I know how to pull it. We learn that early on. Control. It’s important.”

“Considering you could probably break me in half? Yeah. Important.” He tried another tactic. “I need a shower.

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