Rain.
I shift my focus to the modest-looking room with more artwork and expensive looking furniture. A door opens slightly on the left side into a large bathroom and I walk to it, peeling off Rhysand’s clothes and dumping them on the floor.
I step into the shower and crank the heat until it stings, trying to wash away the memory of his hands, his scent, the way he made me feel like I belonged to him.
I belonged to no one.
Closing my eyes, I let the water fall until it runs cold, when I finally come out, wrapped in a towel, the world outside the window has gone dark.
The apartment is quiet except for muffled voices beyond the door.
Emma and Caiden are back.
Their easy laughter floats under the door to me, and I glance at my phone face down on the bed.
For a moment, I picture what i
