Seraphina's POV
Grabbing the bathrobe hanging on the door, I wrapped it around myself and burst out of the bathroom. My whole body was shaking. My fingers fumbled with the tie, barely able to knot it.
I rushed to the closet and yanked out whatever clothes I could reach—I didn't even look at what they were. I just needed something, anything to cover myself.
I pulled them on fast, not caring that I was still dripping wet. Water soaked through the fabric immediately, but I didn't stop.
Thank God Adrian hadn't followed me out. I couldn't face him. Not now. Not when I wanted to murder him for his misbehavior.
The mere thought about what he'd just done—how he'd treated me like I was nothing, like I was just some object he owned—made more tears pour down my face.
I couldn't stay here. The room felt too small, and I felt suffocated. The thought of seeing him again, of looking at his face...
It hurt too much.
I had to leave. Right now.
