“It’s the easiest place to clean.” How Enola had managed to logic that one out even as she stumbled through the apartment painting the walls and carpet red would be anyone’s guess. It had made perfect sense at the time and might have been her mind’s last ditch attempt to hang onto anything resembling rational thought. Saying it out loud now with Jamie looking at her it sounded impossibly stupid.
The color was slowly coming back into her face and the bruises were visibly fading as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. She brought a hand to her hair making a disgusted noise as she felt the mat of dried blood. What a perfectly fine mess this was. Why did Jamie have to come back now?
“What are you doing here? Get out.” It was practically a hiss, a reaction to the embarrassment that had reared up and smacked her upside the head. Yeah, so much for the return of rationality.