Earlier before going to Jenna.
Leaving Kali outside, Rhane shut the chamber door behind him with a quiet click. Hisheavy boots tracked mud mixedwithblood across themarble, and he carefullystrippedthemoff beforestumblingtowardthe tub already waitingwithlukewarmwater. Thesteam had fled long ago. Hedidn'tcare.
Lowering his body into the tub fully clothed, Rhane hissed through clenched teeth as the water soaked his shirt. He tipped his head back against the cold rim, his jaw tight, and for a long moment he said nothing.
Only when the stab wound flared beneath his ribs— sharp and cruel did the sound break from his throat. A low guttural groan, the kind a man makes when he cannot let the world hear how broken he is.
Damnation. Rhane thought to himself.
