He finally sat back and looked away. “Did he do—anything else to you?”
She shook her head.
He exhaled slowly. He was staring across the room. “I’m required to spend the next several days in the city. I think it’s best that you stay in your room until I return.”
Helena said nothing. Eventually he stood and left. She heard the door bolt for the first time.
She sat staring blankly at the wall, not sure what she felt. Her mind only seemed to work in fragments.
She was dirty.
She went and stood under the water, letting it stream hot down her face and over her shoulders.
She still felt teeth sinking into her skin, the way the flesh tore under the pressure. The places were still oversensitive. She wanted to stick her fingers inside them and tear it all out.
She found a cloth. She scrubbed
