Charis
I showered until my head cleared before stepping out of the shower and drying off.
I pulled on the outfit Kael had left on the bathroom counter for me: soft joggers and an oversized tee shirt with Rhett's half body suit. The full-body suit had been destroyed yesterday when I shifted.
By the time I left the bathroom, the main room smelled like heaven, like the heaven poets write about.
Kael stood at the tiny kitchenette, moving efficiently through it. There was toast, along with something that resembled sautéed tomatoes with garlic, and a bowl of cut fruit that was neatly arranged. Two mugs steamed on the counter.
"Tea," he said, motioning with his head to the mugs on the counter. "Chamomile with ginger."
"You're trying to sedate me," I teased.
"Trying to keep you steady," he corrected. "C'mon, try it. It'll make you calm."
