In the middle of the room is the bathtub—if I can call it that. The sheer size alone makes it more like a pool than a tub. I get giddy just looking at it since I'm in dire need of a good soak. At the very back, I make out a waterfall shower.

Stepping farther into the room, I pass by the toilet and the accompanying washing facilities. Everything is spotless, and I'm at once scared to stain it with my clothes. I look around in search of an area to deposit my soiled garments, but I eventually decide to just place them over the sink.

Slowly, as to not drip more grime onto the clean surface of the bathroom, I remove my clothes. My hoodie is entirely ruined, and I don't think I can salvage it. But the leggings are still in good condition and would be wearable after a good wash. Unfortunately, my white sports bra is completely stained, so I'll have to discard it. My socks are too dirty to keep, and even my shoes look as if they've been bombarded with a cocktail of blood and guts—not salvageable either.

I release a sigh as I place them by the sink, silently hoping Thea would give me a new pair of shoes, too.

Once I'm naked, I head to the tub, fiddling with the faucet until I get the right temperature for the water. While the tub is filling, I decide to use the waterfall shower to clean most of the grime off me. I may be dying to soak in warm, clean water, but if I step inside the tub as I am, that water will be decidedly not clean.

It takes me a good ten minutes of scrubbing to get everything out of my hair. But after I feel I've cleaned most of the blood off me, I turn off the water and move to the tub. I dip my toes into the warm water before slowly submerging myself.

"Oh my," I whimper as all that warmth envelops my body, cocooning me in sublime comfort. This is dangerous. I need to make sure I don't fall asleep since my eyes are already drooping.

Smiling, I let myself relax and forget everything that has happened in the last few days. Unfortunately, no matter how much I try to expunge the disappointment from my heart, I cannot seem to do so.

My thoughts stray to the what-ifs—if Ze had been with us, we wouldn't have been attacked. If he'd been with us, we would have never been targeted or singled out in the first place.

If he...

"I'm so damn silly," I groan, submerging myself entirely underwater.

I hold my breath as I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping that by cleansing my body I could cleanse my heart and soul too.

"Damn it," I breathe out as I come up for air.

My limbs are trembling, my heart beating loudly in my chest.