Jack
“I need a shower,” Nova grumbled under her breath as she slipped on a pair of gym clothes. She had red streaks all over her. “I definitely can’t see Jaxen like this.”
“I think you have some skin in your hair,” I said and flicked a chunk stuck in her ponytail as she groaned loudly.
“Gross!” she cried out. “Is there a hose anywhere? I don’t want to get into anyone’s car like this.”
“We’ll wrap you up in a trash bag,” James chuckled. “You did a number on those guys, Nov. I don’t know if they’re going to be able to ID the one guy.”
“Maybe he’s got a wallet,” she said with a shrug.
“Nova,” Samson called and we turned around. “Damn, girl, you’re gonna need to clean yourself up before you go anywhere. Let me get you a clean up kit.”
“You couldn’t have given that to
