Maisie
Without his heavy body pinning me to the wall, my legs gave out.
I slid down the tiles, my wet dress tangling around my thighs as I hit the hard floor. The biting cold rushed in to fill the space he left, racking my body with shivers.
Mercer scrambled backward, putting as much distance between us he could. He hit the opposite wall, his chest heaving as he dragged in harsh, ragged breaths.
He was fighting it. I could see the black in his eyes fracturing. He was fighting himself, gripping his wet hair as if trying to rip his instinct, his Lycan right out of his own skull.
A strangled cry of rage and agony slipped him. I couldn't tell which emotion belonged to him or his Lycan.
He took one look at my reddened wrists, at the smear of blood on my neck, and he shuddered, letting out a pained whine as he backed into the wall.
