The lock clicked.
Seconds later, the shower roared to life.
Fenrir chuckled.
I pushed myself upright, scanning the space around me.
My fucking room.
In my house.
The room I’d spent five goddamn days and nights in.
One bed. One closet.
Chipped paint. Wallpaper peeling near the ceiling.
And I’d stayed here.
I kept my eyes on the door, listening to the water pound.
Why is she acting like this?I asked Fenrir.
The bond isn’t complete.
I scratched my head. It didn’t track. I’d felt her. Through it.
Even now, I could still feel—
I stopped. Focused. Reached for it.
Nothing.
I tried again.
Harder.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
I dragged on my shorts, eyes fixed on the locked door.
This wouldn’t end well for her.
Chapter 28
Lielit
My body ached, as if every muscle were rebelling against me. The hot water was soothing, but I didn’t have time to stand around in the shower. I scrubbed every inch of myself, inside and out. I only relaxed when I began to wash my hair. The water ran hot over my face and down my chest.
What the fuck, Bouda? Did he expect a kiss and a cuddle?I asked, massaging the rosemary-and-nettle shampoo into my hair.
Her hysterical, hiccupping laughter made me smile.
Maybe a pat on the head like a good dog?she finally added before going off on one again.
