Page 50 of Blood of a Huntsman

Fuck. He growled as he pushed for one last sprint. He had this. Until six.

He could do this.

"Hey!"

Bash stopped. Tris was standing in front of him.

He glanced back, seeing Mikar approaching in the distance.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, eyes wide.

He didn't want her in the way when the ancient drew near.

"What are you doing here?" Tris echoed. "It's seven. My shift started an hour ago."

He blinked.

What?

Bash bent forward, holding his knees and breathing hard.

He didn't look at Mikar but felt him approaching all the same.

Why hadn't the ass told him they were past the time? Damn him.

He didn't have the strength to rant. Instead, he simply cut to the chase. "I hate you."

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