ANTALYA'S POV
I watched Raymond's breathing even out into the steady rhythm of sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the thin academy-issued sheets. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed 11:47 PM—late enough that he should be deep in slumber. My body ached from the tight bandages wrapped around my chest, and the masculine clothes felt foreign against my skin. I needed a shower desperately, but I'd been too terrified to risk it while he was awake.
Finally, I thought, slipping silently from my bed. Just a quick wash and I'll be back before he even stirs.
I grabbed my towel and a clean set of clothes, tiptoeing across the cold linoleum floor toward the shared bathroom. The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, and I winced, freezing for a moment to listen for any movement fro
