“What do you want?” I demanded, my fists clenching at my sides as the eyes met mine.

And then they were gone.

I turned, looking for them, but they had disappeared into the steam, taking the weighted, cold feeling with it. I sighed irritably, then went through to where the other girls were.

Most of them were curled up in bed, but there was a group left by the fireplace, chatting about their experience. I sat down on one of the footstools, too wired after the eyes to sleep.

“It hurt so much,” one of them whimpered, and I raised a brow. They were not screams of pain I had...