Ethan Blackhawk was a coward.
As he watched the light snow falling, he knew what he needed was to workout. What he needed was to run as fast and as far as he could so that the demons couldn’t ride him to his destruction.
Maybe that would buy him time—for what?
He had no clue.
Only, Ethan was smart enough to know that it was only a matter of time before Timothy appeared, and the shit got even worse for him.
How?
Well, the meddler would step in and give him unsolicited advice. Yeah, the old man would have some advice he didn’t want to hear.
He’d tell him it would be okay, but it was definitely not going to be okay.
His heart hurt.
He’d left Gene behind.
Damn it!
He’d left theONLYperson in his life who had never betrayed him, and there was no way he’d get a second chance.
Ever.
Why the bloody hell hadn’t he stayed in DC until Gene could get to him?
He was such a fool. No one was coming to save him, and he couldn’t save himself.
Well, he’d fucked this up.
SPECTACULARY.
Going to the duffle bag he’d tossed by the door when he came in, he pulled out a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and his sneakers. Oh, he’d be cold, but maybe that was what he needed to wake him up.
Because if there was a God, or a power that be, this was nothing more than a nightmare.
Now, he just needed to wake from it or have one hell of an epiphany so he could solve it.
Yeah, he knew it wasn’t going to happen.
Deep down, that anxiety was getting bigger and bigger, and before long, it would consume him whole.
All he wanted was to run even more.
To see where it took him.
Getting changed, he left his car keys on the counter so that his brother knew he would be coming back. Granted, the rental would give it a way, but he wasn’t thinking straight.
There was too much on his mind.
Later, when Callen got home, he’d talk to him about this, and maybe, his brother would find it in his heart not to toss him out on his ass.
Timothy’s cabin would be sheer torture.
Now, his fingers were crossed. Callen was his last hope, but he knew the cold, hard reality of it all.
He’d hurt him, and now, here he was, absconding his home. He owed the man at least an explanation.
