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.

the

money. Very good

rational part of my brain immediately rejected the idea. I wasn’t a fighter. What happened in the alley had been

lucky. That man had

I be that lucky next

Women like me-alone, vulnerable, obviously struggling-we were targets.

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

fighters are

made my skin crawl, but they also made something

where I kept my meager food supplies. Half a loaf of bread. Three packets

butter. And that was

the front door where I’d dropped it. The bread

if the food had survived,

After rent was due next week, I’d have less than fifty dollars to my

money had seemed like so much when I’d first found it.

of city living. And I still didn’t

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