Page 11 of This Blood That Breaks Us (This Blood That Binds Us, #3)

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Zach

The blood wouldn’t come off. I scrubbed and scrubbed and still felt it in my pores. That and the touch of Her fingers on my skin. Her eyes bore into mine. This place would ruin me. She would ruin me. As I splashed another bit of water onto my face, I wondered if I wanted Her to.

Fresh steam stretched up into the ceiling lights. The clawfoot tub I bathed in sat in front of a large window that overlooked the maze outside. I could barely make it out between the bits of the stained glass. I ran the hot water when it started to cool. Leaning my head back against the porcelain, I sighed.

She was still everywhere. Her smell lingered like the taste of Her diluted in the water around me. Darling.

She would ruin me. And maybe I would let Her.

I grabbed the bar of soap and scrubbed my face again.