A shower wasn't a bad idea, so she peeled off her clothes and climbed in the tub. She kicked the bloody towel to the far end and tried to ignore it, just like she tried to ignore the thoughts raging through her brain. Like others before him, the cop's screams echoed in her ears. She tried to drown them out with half remembered song lyrics, but the tune moved to the beat of bullets.
When she finished, she found the bag perched on the sink. She hadn't heard Jorick come in; another of his vampire skills.
She dried off and paused before the mirror. Her eyes lingered on her scars. Though some of them, including the long jagged one that ran from her hip to just below her breast, should have been life threatening, they'd healed with Jorick's blood when he'd linked her.
There were still moments
