No, violence wasn't an option here. This would require something far more subtle, a delicate touch that violence simply couldn't provide in this particular situation.
I made my way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to clear my head. The man staring back from the mirror looked dangerous, his skin marked with telltale scratches and bite marks from last night's passion. His eyes held a cold, analytical calculation that would have been perfectly at home on Kaelen Leone's face, but looked utterly alien reflected in Satori Nakano's softer features. The dichotomy was jarring, even to me.
I needed a plan. And I needed it fast, before this whole situation spiraled completely beyond my control.
A soft, tentative knock on the bathroom door startled me from my thoughts.
"Satori?" Natalia's voice, husky with sleep and last night's activities. "You okay in there?"
