Page 38 of Psycho Saviors

I wasn't sure how long I dozed, but I stirred when I heard footsteps approaching. I opened my eyes to see Julian returning with a bag in hand. He placed it on the bed next to me.

"I wasn't sure what you needed exactly, so I grabbed everything," he said, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

I blinked, surprised. "You didn't just send someone?"

Julian shook his head. "Nah, besides, I wanted to get goodies."

I frowned and sat up as he offered me the bag. "Call out if you need me. I've got to go handle a computer thing for Tyrone," he said, already heading for the door.

I nodded, watching him leave before turning my attention to the bag. As I went through its contents, I couldn't help but be impressed. There was a range of pads, tampons, extra painkillers, a hot water bottle, and even chocolates. Oh, and a selection of panties, which made me snort.

He got all this for me?

I looked at Kenny, who was still curled up next to me. "They're just full of surprises," I said to the cat, shaking my head in disbelief.

I slid out of bed, shuddering as I felt the blood leak into my panties. Yep, I needed a shower, and I opted to take the whole bag in with me for now until I knew just how bad my flow was.

I was quick to strip and cast my panties aside, grateful that not much had gotten on them before I eased into the shower and set about bathing.

The warm water eased some of my discomfort, and it didn't take long before I was stepping out feeling much more alive and refreshed. After drying off, I assessed the flow situation and decided on a thin pad. It wasn't too bad, thankfully.

Back in my room, I rummaged through the pile of clothes Tyrone had given me. It still felt strange wearing things they'd provided, but I didn't have much choice. As I dressed, I wondered about Julian doing the laundry, since he was the only one home when my pile of dirty clothing would mysteriously disappear and return fully washed. The thought of him handling my dirty clothes made me uncomfortable, but I pushed it aside. There were bigger things to worry about.

I made my way out to the main area, where Tyrone was waiting. His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe, and a wave of self-consciousness swept over me.

"Those clothes won't do for a day out," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you propose I wear? Nothing at all?"

A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "As much as I'd like to see that, no. You're going out with me."

My cheeks flushed at his words, a mix of embarrassment and something else I didn't want to examine too closely. "I thought Cristian was taking me out?"

"He's out currently," Tyrone explained. "He'll be home in the afternoon to take you out, so we've got a few hours."

I nodded, trying to process this change of plans. The idea of going out with Tyrone both intrigued and unnerved me. He was still an enigma, and I wasn't sure what to expect.

"So," I said, crossing my arms, "what exactly did you have in mind for me to wear?"

"We're going to get you new clothes. Come." With that, he turned on his heel, leaving me to hurry after him and into the elevator, glad I'd left my shoes by it.

I shifted from one foot to the other as the elevator headed down, the classical music doing nothing to ease the charged air between us. He was, thankfully, preoccupied with texting on his phone, leaving me to gather myself and get my mind in order.

I followed Tyrone out of the apartment building when the elevator opened, doing my best to keep up with his giant strides that matched his imposing stature. The sleek black car waiting for us screamed luxury, and I slid into the soft leather seat in the back, feeling out of place. Tyrone joined the driver in the front, leaving me alone and feeling a little deflated in the back seat.

"So, you're taking me shopping?" I asked carefully as I glanced out the window as the car pulled away from the curb.

Tyrone nodded, his eyes on the road. "You need proper attire."

We pulled up to a high-end dress shop in record time, the kind I'd never dared enter before. As we walked in, the staff's eyes widened at the sight of Tyrone.

"I want her looking classy," he told the ladies, his voice clipped, who nodded eagerly.

I moved to the nearest rack of dresses and glanced at a price tag and nearly choked. "So, you paying for this?"

A smirk played on Tyrone's lips at my reaction to the hefty prices. "I own the shop."

Well, that certainly made things easier for him. But what would I even wear? I wasn't one to shy from shopping, but I was more of a bargain shopper, taking advantage of sales and good old thrift shopping. There was no way I'd ever buy anything so lavish and the price of one of my internal organs.