Nancy stepped out of the cramped bathroom with a towel draped over her shoulders as she ran her fingers through her wet, tangled hair.
The hot water had done its job of washing away the filth, the blood, the stench of that nightmarish experience but it hadn't been enough. Nancy couldn't shake the unease in her chest, not when the young boy was waiting
The moment they drove away from Titan's residence, he had taken them straight to a small inn, one of the places in District One where no one asked questions.
To be honest, For a moment, Nancy had feared that Asher wanted her. That he would demand she paid him back after his eh… rescue. After all, men were men. They were all the same. But to her surprise he requested for separate rooms instead.
The place was far from luxurious and Nancy had stared, wide-eyed, as Asher handed an obscene amount of Cedes notes to the innkeeper, far more than the cost of the rooms itself.