Maisie
I didn't remember how we got back to the house. The run to the house had been a blur and I was a mess of shaking limbs, the steady thump of Mercer's heartbeat as he held me soothing me a little.
By the time Mercer opened the door to my bathroom, I was still trembling.
I stood there uselessly, arms wrapped around myself, while he moved around. The sound of running water filled the quiet space. He knelt beside the tub and tested the temperature with his fingers.
I felt his eyes on me, on the blood crusted in my hair, the dirt and claw marks streaking my arms, the way I couldn't reel in the shakes.
I couldn't meet his gaze. Didn't have the courage to.
"Get in," he said gently.
A soft sound slipped out as I sank into the water, the delicious temperature relaxing my muscles instantly.
The water clouded instantly and Mercer repeated the process of refilling the tub, four times, before the last of the grime was gone and I was reasonably clean.
