CHAPTER 92: ADRIAN'S PANIC ATTACK ELENA:I limped all the way back to the master suite, picking dead leaves and dry grass out of my hair with trembling fingers. Every muscle in my back felt like it had been shredded. My face was throbbing, and I could taste the copper tang of blood in my mouth from where my lip had split.The moment I stepped into the room, I didn't go and lie down on the bed. I headed straight for the bathroom and stripped off my ruined clothes. I needed the heat. I turned the shower handle until the water was scalding, letting the steam fill the room until it was thick enough to choke on.I sat down on the floor of the shower, letting the hot water hammer against my back. I grabbed a thick towel, soaked it in the hot water, and began dabbing at my bruises. Every time the wet, searing cloth hit a tender spot, I sucked in a sharp breath. The pain was brutal—it ate right into my bruised flesh like acid—but I didn't cower. I didn't cry. Each jolt of agony just fueled t
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