Not a man to mess with

Jude POV

I had not shared the bed with several of the girls I had brought at night since I disliked making physical contact with people at night.

Not that she ever would have imagined wanting to be near me at night. Unless there was something she wanted from me, she never bothered to hide her unwillingness to have me near her, especially when we slept together.

I refused Isadora's request to be close to me.

Her bloated face was lit by the early morning light. Dried tears from her lashes adhered to her flesh. She had gotten closer while we slept, to the point where we were practically touching. I couldn't help but want to touch her, but not in a sexual sense.

Leaning on my elbow, I saw her contented slumber. I experienced nightmares about Josephine's blood-covered body, just like I did many other evenings. Even though I rarely dreamed about the people I had slain, I still spend a lot of nights thinking about them.

Isadora gave a slight moan and moved her lips. I turned to face her as