āGet a grip, Aria,ā I whispered to myself, scrubbing harder with his soap.When I was done, I wrapped myself in one of the thick towels. I paused for a second in front of the mirror, my hair dripping down my shoulders. My eyes found the scar etched along my shoulder. It had healed completely now, le
Crossing the room, I pulled out the chair and sat down. The desk was cluttered but not suspicious, school textbooks stacked neatly to the side, a couple of pens shaped like footballs, and even a little figurine of a football player mid-kick. I blinked at it. For some reason, it made him feel⦠human
Aria.I slammed my palm against the locked door so hard it stung. The sound echoed back at me, mocking. My chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as I glared at the wood. āThis guy is an asshole,ā I muttered under my breath, groaning as I leaned my forehead against the frame. āKai Blackthorn, count
āNo. You canāt leave.āOne of her brows arched, sharp and unimpressed. āExcuse me?āMy mind raced. I rubbed the back of my neck, scrambling for anything, before blurting, āMy head. You have to wrap it up again. I canāt do it myself.āShe started to rise again, her hand brushing mine away. āGet one o
āIām sorry for hurting you,ā I whispered, the words escaping before I could stop them. They were true, and they sat heavy in the air.I tugged the jersey higher over her shoulders, making sure she was covered before I pushed myself up and headed into the bathroom. I stripped quickly, stepping under
Kai.The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the sunlight bleeding through the tall curtains, cutting across my face. I groaned, squinting against the brightness as a sharp sting pierced the side of my head, but then the pounding ache reminded me it was something worse.I blinked slowly,