Chapter 72
“Excuse me?”
“You look disgusting.” My gaze drifts over her dirty clothes, her tangled hair. “I need you to shower before you call anyone.”
Elena narrows her eyes. I can practically see her mind working as she tries to come up with a solution. “How do I know you’ll actually let me call?” she finally asks.
“You don’t,” I reply easily. “But I suppose you’ll have to take the chance.” I hold the phone out again. “So? What do you say?”
She stares at the phone in my hand, her chest heaving with emotion.
Finally, she nods. “Okay.”
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Elena:
I strip my dirty clothes off as soon as I enter the bathroom, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled mess.
My body is filthy, covered in sweat and grime. My hair’s a tangled mess, my skin stinks of fear and anxiety.
I run the sh
