We went at it for two more rounds, and thankfully, they stopped when I was about to pass out. The sun had already set, but because of their previous stunt, I was taking a warm bath to ease the lingering soreness in my muscles. The water was scented with lavender and pine to make it relaxing, but I felt like I was bathing in detergent.
My mates have zero sense of how to be romantic. I thought as I dipped my head and made bubbles. Steam curled around me, softening the edges of my exhaustion, but my mind refused to quiet.
They could have killed me.
The thought slithered through my head, unwelcome but persistent. I sank deeper into the water, letting it lap just below my eyes. Bruises were already forming along my collarbone, breasts, thighs, neck, and wrists.
These assholes, I knew they
