Eryx's POV
Getting out, I head straight for my room. My pace is brisk, almost heavy, the sound of my boots sinking into the carpet muffled, but every step feels like it's dragging a weight behind me.
I pass Morgana sitting on the bed, doing whatever it is she's doing, maybe reading, maybe staring at her phone , I don't even bother to look closely enough to know.
I don't speak to her, don't acknowledge her presence. My eyes stay forward, my chest tight, and I head straight for the bathroom without slowing down.
The door closes behind me with a dull thud, and I don't waste a second before twisting the shower handle all the way to freezing.
The water comes in a sharp, relentless rush, splattering against the tiles before sliding over my skin in biting sheets.
I step under it, letting the icy cascade hammer over my shoulders, my chest, my back.
It should jolt me.
