The water drummed softly down Sloane's back as she leaned against the tiled wall, eyes closed beneath the shower. The warm stream loosened her shoulder, but the dull ache still pulsed, reminding her that her body wasn't bulletproof. Not physically. Not otherwise, either.
Instead of a robe, she pulled on a soft cotton tank top and dark gray shorts. The cool air of the room still clung to her skin, but she didn't care. The long day had drained her. The extended training, the impact, the tension with Lennox—it all dragged at her limbs as she slowly lifted the edge of the duvet and slipped into bed.
The mattress dipped beneath her with a soft creak. The room was bathed in dim light, only faint orange streetlight slipping through the gaps in the blinds. Her tablet rested on the dresser, her n
