I almost didn't make it to the bathroom this time as everything forced itself out of my stomach which had been happening since I woke up . The blood. The detached heart in Hunter’s hand. Neither would leave my mind.
I turned the water as hot as it would go and stepped under it fully clothed because I didn't have the patience for anything else. I scrubbed at my arms with both hands. The blood was gone — had probably been gone for hours, someone had cleaned me while I was unconscious and I hadn't registered it but my skin still felt wrong. Still felt like it remembered.
I scrubbed harder.
The hotter the water, the more vivid the courtyard became. The stone floor. The torches. Hunter standing in the center of it with that particular stillness, as though violence had not disturbed his bre
