He shrugs her off. “Is he here?” he asks, walking quickly now—the door to the bathroom is just ahead. He can already hear the gurgle of drains and the rush of water like rain in the distance. If Gerrick’s already in the shower and she’s been trying to keep him out, then why…
When he opens the door, hot moist air smacks him in the face. “Trini,” Aissa whispers, her hand falling away from his arm. Where she touched, his skin feels clammy and cold.
He hears the wet slap of water on tile, the sigh of a shower, and beneath them he hears another sound, guttural, hungry. The sound of a man finding release, in a voice he knows too well.
Through a drawn shower curtain he sees the vague shape of a man—Gerrick, the name flits through his head and is gone. Some part of Trin still grasps onto the le
