If you've never been hunted by a possessive dragon while naked and soapy, congratulations. Your life has been blessedly boring.
Guinevere Lunaris stood under a rainfall shower.
The hot water was her therapist, her priest, and her parole officer rolled into one. It didn't judge. It didn't ask questions. It just provided heat and pressure and the illusion that standing under water long enough could wash off all her problems.
Steam curled around her in thick clouds. The eucalyptus soap was doing something unholy to her sinuses and she was furious about how much she liked it. The water pressure was perfect. The temperature was perfect. Everything in this goddamn bathing chamber was perfect.
