The door opened from the outside. If Ace saw this, her cover was blown before she even understood what she was.
Desperate, she grabbed a thick, dark grey hand towel from the ring, soaking it in freezing water. She draped it heavily over the fractured rim of the sink, making it look like she had simply tossed it there after washing her face. She splashed the remaining icy water directly onto her skin, staring hard into the glass.
Go down, she begged the silver in her irises. Go away.
As she blinked rapidly, the molten silver slowly receded, buried beneath a desperate layer of her familiar dark eyes. She let out a few shaky breath just as the heavy front door swung open with a definitive bang.
Ace strode into the living room, bringing the crisp, rain slicked scent of the forest with
