Meredith.
The next morning, I woke earlier than I expected. My body should have been heavy, aching from the way Draven had his way with me through the night.
But instead, I felt strangely light, as though the weight of everything had been washed from me in his arms.
Steam rose gently from the warm water tub as I sank deeper, letting the heat soak into my skin.
Azul knelt at one side with her usual calm grace, pouring lavender-scented oil into the water, while Kira hummed softly on the other side as she arranged clean towels within reach.
My head tilted back against the smooth edge of the tub, and despite myself, I drifted into the memories of last night, his touch, his strength, and the way I had somehow kept pace with his endless energy.
The thought sent an involuntary warmth rushing to my cheeks. I wasn't supposed to think of such things in the morning light, and yet, I couldn't help it.
