CHAPTER 147
KATYA POV
Marco had already turned away to shout new instructions, but his words stuck in my head like glue.
"You can't go back downstairs like that."
Right. I couldn't. Not dripping. Not sticky. Not a walking disaster in the middle of an already chaotic night.
I wiped at my arms instinctively, but it only made the fabric cling worse. The cold seeped deeper, carrying the smell of fruit punch and something citrusy.
Great. Just great. My face burned—not from temperature, but from the humiliation of a hundred eyes seeing me look like an accident in human form.
Marco gestured vaguely toward the hallway.
"Go up and… clean yourself. And hurry. We still need more hands"
Hurry. Of course.I nodded again, even though my head felt too heavy for it, and I turned toward the door.
The moment I stepped out of the kitchen, the cooler air hit me fully, raising goosebumps across my skin.
And the stairs loomed ahead.
Absolutely not.
