I had just taken out the very last silver bullet from his massive back, where all the surrounding wounds suddenly looked freshly opened, raw, and angry against his dark skin. My chest felt incredibly heavy as the final words of the tale left my mouth, and I quickly raised the back of my sleeve to clean my face, wiping away the warm tears that I noticed were starting to drop silently from my eyes. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying to force the painful memories back down into the dark.
Michael sat perfectly still in the steaming water, his broad shoulders glistening under the bathroom lights. Without even turning his head around to look at me, his deep voice cut through the thick fog like a heavy blade. "I guess you are that lonely princess from the tower, aren't you?"
A wave of panic hit
