Chapter 170

• Grabbing his jeans, Blair pulled them on and zipped them up quickly. Habit had him checking his phone immediately after that. Six missed calls. He clenched his jaw and stared at the screen; did he want to look? If any of them were from Kelsey, he’d have to call her back. “Sorry, Sweetie.” He stuffed the phone back in his pocket and picked up his boots and shirt.
• As he came out of the tree-line, he saw Ketu walking out on the other side of the lane. Ketu shook his head and pulled his shirt over his head. “Nothing out of place.”
• Blair flipped his shirt over his shoulder. “That’s a good thing.” It was—despite his need for blood and finding something to take out his frustration on.