Holly
The hotel was only a few blocks away from the restaurant, so they made it back pretty quickly. By the time they made it back and locked the door behind them, the sun had completely set and the streetlights had come on. Salix went to the sink in the bathroom and examined his hand. Holly watched over his shoulder. The wound had closed, and the only remaining evidence was a pink line running vertically from his middle finger down to his wrist.
“How is that—” Holly could not believe her eyes. Not ten minutes ago, Salix was losing large quantities of blood.
“Fast healer. Nymph thing.”
Salix rushed to double check the lock on the door and the sliding door to the beach were both locked. The metal curtain loops grated against the curtain rod as Salix hastily pulled the curtains shut.
