Personal

[Allister’s POV]

“One,” the word puffs out of my mouth as I pull myself up and then drop back down. “Two.”

I continue this pattern again and again until my irritation begins to die down. Three days had passed since I got to taste that woman, and even now I found myself craving her blood, but despite the need growing in me, I didn’t search for her.

There were rules in place for the chase and hunting, but the one we were playing with down wasn’t among them.

Huffing, I release the pull-up bar and drop to my feet before walking over to the bench, where my towel and water wait for me. When I reach, I wipe the sweat from my face and my chest before taking a long drink.

Looking around the room, I consider whether or not I should do a couple more reps, but I decide against it.

Throwing my towel over my shoulder, I begin to move, heading out of the workout room and into the hall beyond, just in time to see Vance stumbling towards me.

For a moment, I just took in his disgruntled form. His hair,