Healing The Devil I Once Loved
“Are you sure? We don’t want to burden you.”
Elix laughed softly. “You’re not.”
Their hands touched me carefully and my body was lifted gently as though I were something fragile. The sensation was muffled, but the awareness of it was enough to make my thoughts go crazy.
The water ran warm. Steam thickened the air. There was a rustling of clothes…
Grace inhaled sharply.
“You really don’t have to do this,” Grace said again. “We know who you are.”
Elix paused. Then, quietly, she said, “I may be a mafia princess, but my father taught me well.” Her hands touched my skin thoroughly. She cleaned me the way one would clean a weapon after use, careful not to miss any trace of what had been spilled.