![]() With a vengeance, he zeroed in on the location of the noise. He was fucking tired-tired of his fucked-up life and tired of this motherfucker who wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone. Kellus threw the covers away from his body and darted off the bed, angrier than he’d been in a very long time. What had to be a mere second later, the ringing started again. His exhausted state gave a solid thumbs-up on the plan, and he easily drifted back to sleep. He tucked a soft pillow into his side and decided he’d deal with that call in the morning. ![]() ![]() “Fuck,” he growled out, turning over again. He’d been asleep less than an hour after working the fifteen before on the pieces he had due for the art gallery opening. He collapsed back to the bed with an annoyed groan. Seriously? Nothing good could come from a call that time of night. ![]() He cracked an eyelid and lifted his head enough to look over at the alarm clock. By the time his exhausted sleep-hazed brain identified the phone wasn’t anywhere around him, he heard the chirp indicating a voice mail. When he came up empty handed, he managed to turn the other way and do the same. The shrill ring of his phone should have startled him awake, but Kellus Hardin was just too damn tired to do much more than roll in the direction of the irritating sound and throw a hand out to half-ass search around his mattress for the device. ![]()
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