ARIA POV
I was pretty sure half the packhouse hated us right now.
Or maybe they were traumatized.
Possibly both.
The shower in the mudroom had started as a practical decision.
That had genuinely been the plan.
Noah's blood had been everywhere.
On my clothes.
On my hands.
Under my nails.
There was no way in hell I was walking into our apartment looking like that and letting Ella or Owen see me covered in the remains of the man who had tried to take them.
Alaric was even worse. clothes ripped everywhere, barely still hanging on his bloodied body.
It was almost like we were straight out of a horror movie. This wasn't cherry jam though. Nope.
Five minutes.
Ten at most.
Wash away the blood.
Wash away the smell.
Move on.
Instead Alaric had followed me inside, locked the door be
