Raelynn's POV

Steam swirls around me as I finish my shower, the heat soothing a day’s worth of anguish. I pull on clothes selected from Ruhan and Warrick’s belongings—a mix of sweaters and lounge pants borrowed from their suitcases. The masculine fit doesn't matter; the soft fabric provides warmth and comfort I’ve desperately needed. My own shredded, grimy clothes carry the stench of sweat and blood, so I toss them into the trash beneath the bathroom sink without ...