Chapter 427

“Is there a place I can wash my hands?” I asked Ashley. They were covered with Christian’s blood, and I wanted it off of me. Now.

Ashley didn’t blink, so I leaned around her. The woman on the other side of her had heard. “There’s a restroom right there.” She pointed across the hallway.

“Thanks.” I looked at Ashley, who didn’t seem to notice me at all, and headed off to the ladies’ room thinking if my sister had given her some sort of a warning not to let me out of her sight, Ashley had failed in less than thirty seconds.

I opened the door with my mind and was glad to see the room was empty. Three stalls, three sinks. I picked the one closest to the door and turned the faucet on, shoving my hands beneath the warm water and watching it instantly pink. There was more blood there than I had realized, and I felt slightly bad for what I’d done to Christian—not that he didn’t deserve it