Silver gently lifted her form from the water, guiding her to stand on the slick marble edge. He retrieved a plush, dry towel, his movements transitioning from primal aggression back to a strange, dedicated care.
He meticulously dried her damp skin, his hands moving with fluid precision before wrapping the towel around her long, dark hair to squeeze out the remaining moisture.
Evangeline's breathing had finally steadied, the heavy fog of pleasure slowly lifting from her mind, allowing her cold, calculating intellect to resurface.
"What did you mean when you said a visitor was coming?" she asked quietly, her voice entirely calm, as if the explosive encounter from moments ago had never happened. "Whom do you mean?"
Silver didn't look up, his fingers gently tangling in her damp strands as he worked. "You will find out soon enough. More importantly... let me dress you."
