Page 59 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
I sigh. “I’m assuming I don’t have a choice.”
His smile is vicious and full of fang.
“Fine, let’s go.” I sweep my arm toward the door to get him moving.
Chapter Seventeen
Demi
The sound of bodies hitting mats tells me where Colt is leading me. We’ve come to the fourth floor and we’ve already passed a large pool. I try not to let my discomfort show as I watch vampires zip back and forth across the deep water. It’s not a lake, but it’s deep enough to creep me out.
Colt stops outside a room covered in soft-cushiony mats and holds out a roll of white sports tape. “Wrap up and let’s go.”
He doesn’t bother protecting his hands since he has accelerated healing. I’m too excited for what’s to come next to argue.
It’s been about a week since I’ve been in the gym, and I can’t wait to take out my pent-up aggression on Colt, even if he will kick my ass when it’s all said and done.
I’ve almost finished taping up one hand when his laughter makes me glance up. “What?”
Colt shakes his head. “Nothing.”
Narrowing my eyes on him, I keep most of my attention on the vampire who’s mocking me as I do my other hand. When I’m ready, Colt heads into the gym.
There are several pairs of vampires sparring and they move so fast I have to give all of my attention to them to see who’s winning. I’m so busy trying to keep up with their lightning fast movements that I don’t see Colt stop and I crash into his back.
“Crap,” I say after I land on my ass. “Sorry.”
He smirks. “I thought you’d last a little longer before I tossed you on your ass.”
Ignoring his extended hand, I shove off the floor and stand. “I’m going to enjoy junk punching you,” I tell him as I start my warmups. I go through a series of moving stretches; squatting, then reaching up, folding over and walking out to a plank before I crawl back and start the whole process over.
A female vampire waves at Colt when she passes before hitting me with a glare. He doesn’t react to her nor does he say hello. I continue my warmup, not letting her phase me. I’m in the middle of push-up number seven when Colt asks if I’m done.
“Just a few more,” I say a little out of breath.
Colt nods when I stand. “Are you ready?”
“Yup, first to three?”
He smiles. “Sure, if you think you’ll last that long.”
Cocky bastard.
With little preparation, I snap my leg out and hit him in the thigh. He grunts, surprised by my attack, but not in pain. He’s a vampire.
“Cheater,” he says, crouching low and raising his hands.
I bounce back and forth on my toes. “What’s with the chatter? Let’s go.”
What comes next can only be described as the worst ass-kicking of my life. While I managed to land another hit—because he let me—Colt takes me out in three swift movements. One light punch to the gut, an open-palmed hit to the forehead, and he sweeps my feet out from under me. I land with a thud and the air rushes out of me, leaving me straining for breath for a second.
Colt squats next to me and offers his hand. I glare at him and slap it away, standing on my own before crouching low.
“Again,” I say because I’m a glutton for punishment. Plus, if I’m going to be part of the Blood Mafia, I should at least train to fight against vampires.
Colt humors me for four more rounds before calling it. “Let’s hit the weights.”
I groan from the mat, tossing my arm over my eyes. I’m panting and already feel like I’ve worked out for an hour. The last time I checked the clock it had only been fifteen minutes.
