Chapter 93 Not Okay

• RAFAEL
• The bathroom light buzzed faintly overhead as I stepped out slowly, clutching the towel tighter around my waist. The bandages still clung to my skin, the pain dull but persistent. It was a stubborn ache that reminded me that I was alive, barely. A bullet in the chest is no joke, even if it grazed higher than it should've. I'd been lucky.
• The mirror fogged from my shower, but I leaned in, squinting at the blurred reflection. I wiped it clean with a swipe of my hand, revealing my bloodshot eyes, long lashes clumped together with water, and my curls dripping onto my collarbone.