The sound of the running water from the bathroom was the only thing breaking the awful quiet in the suite. I stood exactly where Andreas had left me, my limbs stiff and my skin tingling with a cold, sharp dread. Every second felt like a drop of hot oil falling on my skin. I looked toward the bathroom door, seeing his dark silhouette moving against the frosted glass. He was washing away the stains of the street battle, but I knew he couldn't wash away the words Tobi had told him. The noose was tightening around my neck, and I could feel the rope getting smoother and tighter with every passing breath.Slowly, the water stopped running. The sudden lack of sound made my heart give a hard, painful kick against my ribs.Andreas walked out a moment later. He had removed his torn, dirty shirt, and his chest was bare, showing the deep lines of his muscles and a few fresh red scratches from the scuffle. He was holding a small white towel, drying his face with slow,
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