Rev counted three-hundred-fifty as he lifted his upper body from the workout bench. Sit-ups at a forty-five degree incline always worked up a sweat and cleared his thoughts. It was something he’d learned he couldn’t not do. If he skipped a workout, his idle muscles would go wandering in search of a fix. He needed this workout now to get her from his brain. Sabrina Kriss. Her last name sounded too much like kiss not to conjure images of them kissing. “Kissing the faery,” he grunted as he sat up for another excruciating hold. Feet tucked under a padded bar, he kept his knees bent to increase the pull at his hamstrings. “Idiot vampire.” Dropping backward, he didn’t allow rest, and strained to pull up his body weight again. Sweating cleansed his pores of any latent faery dust he might have rubbed into his skin while touching Bree. He felt it on him, scurrying beneath his epidermis like heat-seeking missiles. Or was it merely the former addiction tickling at his nerve endings, laughing as it waited for his next fall?
