Page 123 of Visions & Shadows

First, I’m yanked off Earth and shoved into Vaalbara. I’m forced to train for months before a sadistic bitch and her offspring kidnaps and tortures the hell out of me. Then I lose my father, and now I’m going after ten people who don’t understand what’s happening.

Jesus, my life sucks ass.

Inhaling a fortifying breath, I shove the self-pity aside and walk to the shower. I turn on the faucets, and while the water warms up, I strip out of my clothes.

When I step beneath the spray, and the warm drops pelt my skin, I let out a groan.

I wish I could sleep for weeks.

I wash my body, ignoring the ugly bruises on my ribs and torso. I can’t see the cut on the back of my leg all that well, so I don’t know if the wound is healing.

I’ll deal with that problem later.

Climbing out of the shower, I grab a towel to dry my body, but a knock on the bathroom door has me freezing.

“Um … yeah?”

“It’s Raighne. We need to do a healing session.”

Shit.

My eyebrows dart into my hairline. I stare at the door as if it will bite me and then frantically scan the bathroom for my bag with the clean clothes.

“Crap.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” I call out.

I only have the towel, which I quickly wrap around my body.

I sigh heavily before I say, “Uhm…Raighne, my bag is in the car. Will you bring it?”

I wait a couple of minutes before the door opens, and Raighne comes in with my bag in his hand. His eyes flick over me while he sets it down on the counter.

Feeling super self-conscious, I mutter, “Thanks.”

When he leaves, I quickly open the bag but only find a few sets of underwear and a jacket.

Shit. Did Brenna only pack one set of clothes for me?

My head whips around to where the jeans and T-shirt are lying in a puddle of water from the spray that fell outside of the shower.

Ugh. What am I going to do?

I dig the underwear out of the bag then shake my head. “Oh, come on. Seriously, Brenna!”

I stare at the matching pink lace set, then glance at the shut door.

I place the towel on the counter and put on the revealing underwear before grabbing the towel again and wrapping it around me.

This will just have to do.

I quickly pick up my wet clothes and lay them over the towel railing so they can dry during the night.

Reluctantly, I say, “I’m done.”

The door opens and when Raighne sees me gripping the towel, he frowns at me. “You’ll need to drop the towel so I can get to your back.”

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