The bathroom mirror fogs slightly from the steam of the shower I took earlier, though the water running in the sink now is cold. I splash some on my face anyway, pressing my palms against the porcelain basin afterward and breathing slowly until the last pieces of the nightmare loosen their grip on my chest.
My reflection stares back at me.
Yeah good enough.
I grab a towel and pat my face dry before pushing the bathroom door open.
The bedroom is dim except for the soft bedside lamp.
Zane is sitting up in bed now, the sheets pooled low around his waist with his back is against the headboard, one arm resting across the pillow where I'd been lying earlier. His eyes go straight to me the moment I step out.
They're bright and awake, watching.
"Elaine..."
I walk right past him, not even a glanc towards his direction.
If he wants a conversation with me, he will have to earn it.
