Elena’s POV

The sound of water still filled the bathroom, soft, steady taps.

My hair clung to my forehead and neck, strands sticking against the thin hospital gown that had already soaked through. The fabric pressed cold against my skin. I could feel the water dripping from my chin, sliding down my collarbone, soaking the edge of the blue stripes that traced the gown.

Damien’s breathing was way too close. I could hear it in front of me, uneven, heavier than before.

Instinct told me to ...