Maelis’s POV

I scrubbed Ryan's blood from my knuckles, the cold water of the cell block washing it away as the rust-colored water swirled down the drain.

The water kept running.

I told myself it was to rinse the blood away properly, but the truth was, I couldn’t bring myself to turn it off.

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

I stared at them and suddenly, they didn’t feel like my own.

For a split second, the wall around me was gone.

I felt heat instead. Skin. Breath against my throat.

My stomach flipped violently.

I gripped the edge of the sink as the memory surged uninvited, sharp and intrusive.

I...