~ KILLAN ~
I wait until I hear the fridge door open before dragging myself to the bathroom. Just my luck. The one night I have time to be with my mate, I’m too shitkicked to act on it. I peel off my pants and step into the shower without waiting for the water to warm. The cold stings, but it’s exactly what I need against my bruised skin.
Running a hand over my side, I feel where one of my ribs was cracked. Still tender. But healing.
I arch my back and let the water pour over my head as it slowly warms. It feels good to rinse the sweat and blood off. I don’t bother with shampoo, just scrub at my scalp with my fingers, trying to ignore the pain. I focus instead on the thought of my bed. Once I finish the steaks, I plan to curl around Tess and sleep for hours.
The shower door opens, and T
