Marcie nodded, hesitated, and leaned up to kiss him lightly. "Thank you," she said softly, turning to go. Ordinarily, she would have invited him to join her, but for now, she just needed to be clean and alone. At the doorway, she turned to look back. "Tell Kaden he can come here. If you want him to. Someone is going to have to tell him what happened."
She went into the bathroom and peeled off her active wear, and hid it all away in the hamper. Looking down at her body, she felt far too normal, like she should have burning red handprints everywhere that Barak had touched her. She did have small, fresh bruises on the sides of her breasts, fingertips so formed she could almost see the prints. She kept the water cool, and stood a long time under the water, the pressure of it beating down on her neck.
There was a hoodie that had originally been Tragos' draped over a chair in her bedroom, and she pulled it on, hair and skin still damp.