Vael opened the bedroom door and nearly walked directly into Vessara. She stood on the other side, one hand raised as if she had been about to reach for the handle. Her body jerked back half a step to avoid the collision.
A white towel was wrapped around her body, tucked at her chest. Her hair was wet, chestnut strands clinging to her shoulders and neck. Water droplets still beaded on her skin.
She looked at him with wide eyes. "I didn't know you were still around," she said. Her voice was quiet, almost startled. "I thought you left for work again."
Vael shifted his weight. The paper bag from Theon was still in his hand, and he moved it behind his back without thinking. His eyes moved from her face down to her collarbone, then lower to where the towel pressed against her chest. He swallowed. His throat suddenly felt dry.
"I don't have work today," he said.
Vessara nodded. "I was just about to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen."
