Sniper (Steel Demons MC, #8)

Katey

I was exhausted. Not just the way that people say they’re exhausted when they really mean they’re just tired. Oh no, I’d logged the symptoms—tired and aching muscles, headache, slowed reflexes, and possibly impaired judgment—and I diagnosed myself. Not that it took a medical genius to figure it out. I hadn’t slept for the past three days, moving from cheap motel to cheap motel could do that to a girl. Which, including the night Sniper didn’t come back to our room, pretty much put me at about ten hours sleep for the past ninety six hours.

So yeah, I was exhausted.

On top of the stress of jumping and holding my breath every time a car pulled into the parking lot, I was low on food and cash. Hungry and exhausted, was a terrible combination especially when you’re on the run. Or a sitting duck. At this point I wasn’t sure what I was. I considered calling Cal, but I couldn’t bring him into this.