Chapter 82

  Remi's POV

  I had scrubbed my skin raw.

  The water had been scalding, turning my flesh pink as I ran the washcloth over my arms, my neck, my lips- over and over and over again.

  No matter how many times I did it, it wasn't enough.

  Elias' scent clung to me like a stain, like something burrowed...

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