The water had run cold by the time I remembered I was in the shower. Sighing and warming it up a little bit, I lathered up my sponge and looked down at my arm as I began to wash up. It was almost completely healed, with a few small scabs here and there. The rest of my skin looked like it normally did, with no scars. I smiled, rinsing off and stepping out of the shower. Grabbing a towel from the shelf, I dried off and rubbed some lotion all over my body, the smell of cashmere amber floating into the air.
When I stepped back into Wyatt’s room, it was empty. I huffed in anger. I’m tired of being alone. If Monica hadn’t been missing, I’d already be home by now. Rubbing my finger across Xander’s mark, I stared down at my clothes in my bag. Deciding on a simple long sleeve shirt that was proba
