Chapter 31

• Day two. Blaise glared at the coffee in her cup. She’d barely survived the day before and now she had to do it all over again.
• Griffin had accepted sleeping on the couch after she said that she needed to keep watch. And she had for the most part of the night but seemed to watch him more than out the windows. The longer she was around him and his scent, the worse it seemed to be getting. She could even smell him over the gun oil when she was cleaning hers. It was crazy, but she thought she could even taste his scent—how did that work?
• Right now, he was in the shower and she was standing there trying not to think about that. Her cat had no problem thinking about him naked. She set the cup down with a clunk on the counter. She needed to go for a run, but then he’d be left here alone. Her cat was perfectly content here, with him and she didn’t need an instruction manual for her animal to know it had nothing to do with his safety. The creature wanted to bite him. What was she supposed to do with that?