“I should pour it over the entire room. Don’t you guys ever clean anything?”
His pale eyes narrowed. “You offering?”
She glared at him. He shrugged and stepped back, and she slammed the door in his face.
Jessie doused the sink with rum, although the scruffy towel she wiped it with likely left as much bacteria as it took away. She filled the sink with hot water and gingerly pulled her top over her head.
Her bra was soaked in blood, and she winced as she pulled it off. The movement disturbed the wound so that it once again bled, although sluggishly.
She doused the bra in the hot water and began to use it to wipe away the blood. The wound that emerged almost stopped her heart. It sat at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, and she expected to see teeth marks. But instead of the simple crescent shape of a human bite, she found two punctures.
Whatever had made them had a large circumference. Nothing that fit into a human mouth did that. No way his jaws opened with that kind of spread. Did he use fake teeth? More like two giant, fakecanineteeth.Not two, she corrected as her fingers moved around the back of her shoulder.Four.
How had the scarred guy—Braden, she reminded herself—done this?
Jessie gritted her own unimpressive teeth, dumped rum over her finger, and inserted it into the puncture. She gasped as the alcohol burned and the wound gushed blood. Her finger got past the second knuckle before she had to pull it out.
Deep. They were deep, damn it. She rinsed out her bra, drained and refilled the sink, and worked to get the cuts opened again and bleeding. Then she sat on the disgusting toilet and contemplated the rum bottle.
This was going to hurt like hell.
The door flung open again, and Jessie whipped her hands up to cover her breasts. Not an easy venture in her case.
Troy’s eyes fastened on them, appreciatively. And no, she didn’t think he’d read her self-help book.
Jessie glared at him. “Get the hell out.”
“Why? Some things are meant to be seen. And touched.” His fingers wiggled suggestively.
“You are a sick, perverted bastard.”
He grinned and shrugged. “Lady, in my world that’s a compliment.” He showed no signs of moving.
“Look. I won’t do this with you watching.”
“Then I’ll take you back to your cozy room.” He took a step into the bathroom and reached for her. “After a little harmless grope or two.”
It took everything Jessie had to remain still. “I’m sure Braden would like to know about that. Plus you’ll have to explain why the wounds have not been cleaned. Especially when they get infected, and I get sick.”
Troy stopped and stared at her. She let him work it out. She was pretty sure Braden wouldn’t be amused by this.
Finally, his dark brows lowered over his pale eyes. “Well, hurry it the hell up,” Troy growled as he backed away and closed the door.
Jessie lifted the bottle, took a swig, and grimaced. She hated rum. She took a deep breath and poured it into the wounds she could easily reach.
Moments later, when she was once again able to breathe, she twisted to pour it into the holes along the back of the shoulder. The world tilted and spun. Before Troy returned, Jessie forced herself to her feet. She washed out her shirt and bra and put both back on wet.
Her shoulder burned as if it were on fire.
She opened the door. Troy stood in the hall, arms crossed.
“Did you bite any of the other women?”
His brows sat so low his eyes were in shadow. “Not me. Big boy Braden got the honor.”
Jessie’s thoughts raced. “All of them?”
He clenched his teeth. “We didn’t rob a dorm. Just get walking. I have better things to do than lead you around.”
