A Steamy Bathroom Encounter and Sudden Rejection

Elara's POV.

I grabbed the hem of my undershirt, pulling the fabric over my head. A sharp whimper slipped through my lips. The fresh stitches in my shoulder pulled and stretched, protesting the sudden movement. I twisted slightly, catching a glimpse of the damage in the large vanity mirror. The flesh looked angry, bruised a deep purple, and swollen, though the thread work holding my skin together