I check my phone beside the bathtub. It’s four minutes to midnight. I have a message from Mel, a picture of all the cuts covering Orsen’s body while she sits on his back. They’re both naked. I have no idea if she’s aware, but this is not the way humans act. Well, not most humans. They’ve just had sex, she’s torn his back apart, and is sending me the evidence? On a normal person, the gashes from her nails would be life threatening. He should be rushing to the medical wing for stitches. But he’s grinning, puncture holes in his ass cheeks, with his thumb up.
