I almost moaned.
Okay. I moaned. Not almost.
"Where’s the bathroom?" I asked, voice low. "I need to wash off the blood."
Kyle’s eyes darkened, and a smirk curled his lips. "Come with me, kitten. I’ll show you."
Of course he would be the one to call dibs on guiding me.
I followed him through a short hallway, barefoot and still in scrubs that clung to every inch of my body, stiff with dried blood and salt and sweat. My muscles ached. My soul did too.
But before I could reach the door, the other three were suddenly right behind us.
"We’re not letting you shower alone," Kendrick muttered.
"You’re still technically under observation princess ," Kingsley added, way too serious for someone who clearly just wanted an excuse to see me naked.
"I was not injured. How am I under observation?"
