#Chapter 117 Dominic

Dominic I carried her out of the bathroom, her soaked skin clammy and pale against my chest. Renee hadn’t said a word since I pulled her from the tub, her eyes wide and unfocused, her limbs heavy as if weighed down by whatever memory had seized her. She was trembling so slightly, someone else might have missed it. But I didn’t. I felt every shudder of it through the fabric of my shirt. “Thank you,” I said to Neil’s mother as I stepped into the bedroom. I wasn't sure whose bedroom it was, but it didn't matter. Neil's mother was standing there as if she’d already known that I'd be the one to get Renee out and watch over her. She didn’t speak after a moment, just motioned toward a folded pile of clothes on the armrest of the couch. “She’ll need something warm,” she said, her tone calm but kind. “And dry.” “I appreciate it,” I said quietly. “You’ll want to keep her wrapped up. The potion Arielle left will keep her in human form, but her body is still recovering from the shift.