Chapter 38

**Evangeline's POV**

I scrub my skin until it bleeds.

Blood .... not mine, not really .... clogs the drain, mixes with cheap shampoo, turns the water rust-red. The stench clings to me, to the mirror, to the silence. No matter how hard I scrub, I can't get tonight off me.

But the worst part isn't the blood. It's the thing I felt rising inside me as it fell. The thing that didn't cry, didn't cower .... it howled.

And it's still awake.

My limbs ...