CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
It was late afternoon by the time Steel and Samara had gotten back to his hotel suite. Steel had insisted that she came with him back to the hotel, arguing that it was safer for her than her apartment.
Steel said he would order room service. He had other business to attend to, so she should get cleaned up, then he’d showed her to the bathroom. The only time she’d seen anything approaching this size before, it was a communal shower. Samara stood under the cascade of water, letting the water wash the filth and grime away. She winced as the droplets of water fell against her wounds.
But even though they hurt at first, Samara felt the pain ease as the muscles relaxed. Her body was full of bruises. Her face had only a couple of cuts, but her captors had mostly concentrate
