159 Chapter 159

Seraphina’s POV 1

The water in my tiny shower ran lukewarm at best, but I stood under it anyway, letting it wash away the smell of that alley. The fear. The

violence. The blood that wasn’t mine.

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I scrubbed at my skin with the cheap soap I’d bought at the dollar store. Every time I closed my eyes,

I saw his face. Felt his hands on me.

I turned off the water and wrapped myself in the threadbare towel that had come with the furnished apartment. In the mirror above the sink, my reflection looked like a stranger. Pale. Hollow-eyed. Hair dripping wet and hanging in tangled strands around my face.

I looked like exactly what I was: a woman who’d nearly been assaulted in an alley and was now standing alone in a dump of an apartment, trying to pretend everything was fine.

The adrenaline was finally wearing off, leaving behind exhaustion so complete I could barely stand. My legs felt like jelly as I made my way to the bedroom, pulling on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had seen better days.

I collapsed onto the mattress, and that’s when I felt it. The sharp edge of something in my pocket. 1

The business card.

it out, staring at the simple black

money.

brain immediately rejected the idea. I wasn’t a fighter. What happened in the alley had been desperation

years ago, not skill. I’d gotten lucky. That man had been drunk and sloppy and

I be

would be a next time. Women like me-alone, vulnerable, obviously struggling-we were

of the bed, turning the card over in my hands. The back was blank except for

fighters are

made my skin crawl, but they also made

I kept my meager food supplies. Half a

butter. And that was

sitting by the front door

the food had survived,

bank account. $247.83. After rent was due next week, I’d have less than fifty dollars

it. A cushion. A safety net. But it was almost gone,

of city living. And

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