Chapter 82
Flint
I don't hesitate—I step straight into the shower, tossing aside my dirty clothes in a heap I don't even want to look at.
The first splash of water hits, cold at first, but when I fumble and finally find the hot option, it's… gods, it's heaven. The spray pounds against my skin with a steady rhythm, sharp enough to sting, warm enough to feel like it's scrubbing my bones clean. I brace my hands against the slick tile, and for a second, I think I could cry.
It's not just the grime that's coming off—it's the week. The sleepless nights, the running, the constant fear that every shadow is a vampire's claw. The ache in my muscles loosens, and I let out something between a groan and a laugh.
