When I closed my eyes, all I could see was the deranged expression Ricco had worn when he'd been standing just outside of the door. Threatening. Sniffing. Aware of my presence.
Lying in my cabin, my neck ached and I couldn't relax. Shifting about on the bed, trying to focus on the movie Poala had put on as background noise to her reading, she was the one who put her book down, giving me a worried look as she offered a very good suggestion. "Go take a shower, dear. It will calm your nerves."
So I had.
Standing in warm water, struggling to remove the remnants of the makeup that seemed permanently stuck to my skin. It was a long, anxious shower, and with my hair fastened in a clip, I found myself staring up at the spray of hot water, aware that I didn't need to wash my hair today.
