I sat in the tub the moment we got home. Jace didn't say anything on the road, and neither have I.
I felt so disgusted with the touches; It really pissed me when I sliced Warren's head off. He was taken by surprise.
The look of horror on his face before he met his end was priceless, but it didn't change the fact that his hands were all over my body before that.
Hence, the bath. I have no idea how long I had been soaking in the tub, but I already scrubbed my body, particularly my thighs, twice.
Still, it didn't feel enough.
I let my head rest on the edge of the bathtub, my body wanting to move out of the water. But mentally, I was fighting to stay.
A few minutes more and I finally stood up and rinsed in the shower. I wrapped myself in my favorite grey robe before padding back to my room.
I stood before the mirror of the closet. I blew out a sigh, keeping my frustration in check.
