Zephyra's POV
My whole body ached, not the kind of ache that went away after stretching or lying down, but the deep, biting kind that made every movement remind me of what had happened earlier.
Calling it "a little sore" would've been a joke, especially since I felt like I'd been run over.
Still, the bath had helped. Warm water sliding over my skin, steam fogging up the small bathroom, it had calmed me. For the first time since the chaos in that alley, I felt like I could breathe again. My muscles loosened, and the trembling that had clung to me all day finally faded, if only for a while.
I stood in front of the mirror now, dripping hair sticking to my shoulders, towel wrapped around me. My reflection looked pale, with shadows under my eyes and my lips pressed thin.
