Several days later.
What the hell were Avail and our grandmother thinking getting me into this mess?
I was killing myself out here and I still didn't have a clue just what the hell I was doing in North Bumblefuck, aka Dry Creek, New Jersey.
Everything hurt.
My back.
My thighs.
My shins.
My arms.
Name any body part, and I could guarantee it was aching.
Fuck.
Even my hair hurt.
Supernaturals, in general, tended to be more physically robust than our normal counterparts.
How-f*****g-ever, I was not an overly physical man. I mean, sure I had muscles. But those were mostly from what I am, not what I did on the daily.
Over the past week, I'd used more muscles than I even knew I had.
I admit it. I was stuck, feeling foul as all get, and in a right nasty mood.
Angry.
Hungry.
Or may
