Rose stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the faucet running on high. She splashed freezing water onto her face, her hands shaking as she grabbed the bar of soap. She rubbed it against her palms and began scrubbing her jaw and her wrists. She scrubbed hard, her skin turning a dark, raw red under the bright bathroom light.
But it didn't matter how much soap she used. When she leaned close to the mirror, she could still smell it. It was faint to her human nose, but it was there,the unmistakable, heavy scent of fresh rain, pine needles, and an approaching storm. Ace’s scent. It was glued to her skin from where his large fingers had pinned her against the door the night before.
She let out a shaky breath, looking at her reflection. She was nineteen, completely out of her depth, and her ski
