Jessica made her way back to the bedroom and, without stopping, entered the bathroom for a quick shower. She needed to rinse off the sweat that was already drying on her skin and beginning to stick to her.
With the water running down her body, she contemplated her actions, a sigh escaping her lips. She didn't like it—she had never expected Davis to take over her emotions so easily.
She couldn't remember the last time she had lost her temper like that, resorting to the sandbag just to bring herself back under control. It had always been one of her weakest points. When angry, she could raze down a building without remorse.
Because of that, she had always distanced herself from anything that could provoke her. It had taken not just days, but years, to develop ways of calming her temper.
"Davis, Davis... sorry, but I have to admit—you're my wolfsbane," she muttered to herself.
