HUNTER'S POV
Instead of taking her to her room, I brought her to mine. I couldn’t risk leaving her alone—not after what had just happened. Not after she put her life in danger. I couldn’t leave her to her own devices, not when there was a chance she might try to hurt herself again.
Gently, I carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the tub. I crouched beside her, hoping she’d meet my gaze, but she didn’t.
"I need to get you out of these wet clothes," I said softly, waiting for her permission before doing anything.
She didn’t respond. She just trembled, exhausted and too weak to speak or move. Taking her silence as consent, I began peeling the soaked fabric from her body with care. As I did, she hugged her knees tightly to her chest, trying to cover her nakedness.
I took the
