Natalie drew a shaky breath then, sinking gingerly into the closest seat available. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in a fetal ball and sleep--maybe she would wake up and this would all be just another nightmare--but she was trying not to get blood on the furniture. It was easier to fixate on that than to think about her injuries.
Wincing as she tried to slip out of her coat, she turned her head so Jax could see the very bite mark at the join of neck and shoulder. There was probably at leas one shallow knife wounds somewhere in that general area, over her breast, and bruised everywhere but her face.
Still shaking, she tried to keep herself from wringing her hands in her lap, and calling attention to the torn skirt, but she couldn't. The hurt all sort ran together with the blood--some hers, and some Azazel's. She wanted his blood off of her hands.
"Tainted," she whispered, "He said my blood was tainted. He tasted it. He wanted me to lose control. The sword. The succubus. I couldn't--" She squeezed her eyes shut, but even the darkness behind her eyelids frightened her now. "Am I evil?"