When I finally stepped out of the bathroom, my skin was ice-cold, my hair dripping, and my body still buzzing with too many thoughts.
The cold shower had helped—somewhat. At least I wasn't on fire anymore. But my head? Still a mess.
I took a deep breath, running a towel over my hair before wrapping another around my body
Maeve had left.
I should be relieved.
Instead, my stomach felt weirdly empty.
I shook my head, forcing myself to move. Clothes. I needed clothes before anything else.
I stepped out into my room and went straight for my dresser, yanking out the first comfortable outfit I could find—a loose white shirt and soft, dark pants. Something normal. Something that would make me feel like myself again.
As I pulled the shirt over my head, my eyes flickered to the bed. The sheets were still a mess, the blankets twisted, like a very obvious reminder of what had happened just hours ago.