Chapter 92

• Gage picked up his pillow and pounded it between his hands, trying to reshape it. The day had gone without incident. Kelsey hadn’t avoided him, but had been cold toward him. Cold enough that Gage was sure if he looked closely there would be frostbite. He twisted the pillow again then dropped it like it was to blame for him flipping around in bed. Tossing the pillow against the wall, he ripped the sheet off his body and grabbed a clean pair of jeans out of his dresser.
• Yanking them on, he went out into the hall. Maybe a few shots of whiskey would settle him down enough to get a few hours of sleep. Grabbing the banister, he froze when a whimpering noise came to him.
• He looked at Kelsey’s door. What was she doing awake? He’d checked on her after his run. If things kept going the way they were, he’d soon have to learn how to work in animal form. She’d been sleeping soundly.