Billie.
I spent hours scrubbing this house after that sadistic bastard decided to mix concentrated shampoo in my cleaning supplies. Foam everywhere. My arms were sore, and my patience was long gone.
I underestimated him.
He's smarter than I thought. More dangerous than I assumed.
And since he wouldn't be home until eight, I figured I might as well steal a moment of peace.
His bathtub was a dream.
Warm water. Bubble bath. The scent of cherry and strawberry wrapped around me, soothing the aches in my muscles. I closed my eyes, letting the heat sink into my bones. My body felt weightless.
For once, I wasn't scrubbing floors like some miserable maid in a godforsaken fairytale.
For once, I felt human.
I let my head rest against a soft towel, exhaling. The concealer I used to hide Drew's punch had already faded. I didn't want Mr. Knight to see it—he'd probably smirk like he won something.
I ignored the thought. I just needed a few more minutes.
