Chloe
I stalk around the gym not really sure what I should be doing. I try the punching bag, thinking that might help the anger I’m feeling, but it just hurts my knuckles. Weight lifting isn’t nearly as satisfying when I don’t have Duncan or Dominick here to count my reps and whisper dirty things in my ear to distract me from the uncomfortable feeling of sweat dripping down my body.
Finally, I give up and get on the treadmill, setting a fast but comfortable pace. I knew walking would be the easiest way to purge myself of this strange energy I have, but it also lends itself too much to thinking. That’s the one thing I want to avoid.
My heat ended two days ago, but my temperature is still incredibly high. Kitania hasn’t been much help. While I have too much energy, she’s been sleeping o
