Asher Nightshade was a fucking killjoy.
He'd kicked all of them out of the bathroom before Roman even had the chance to convince their mate that a "romantic shower together" was a brilliant idea.
Now Violet was bathing alone. How miserable was that?
How would she even reach her back?
Not to mention, Roman had recently picked up some massaging skills during his downtime in the West pack — and he'd been dying to put them to use.
He could already picture it: pressing out every knot from her shoulders while the others helped. Everyone would have their own role to play, but he would be the one in charge, directing who touched where. The thought of being captain of that glorious mission thrilled him to no end.
Unfortunately, that masterpiece of teamwork now existed only in his imagination.
But fear not, there would be plenty of time to make it happen later. They weren't leaving the Fae realm anytime soon, he guessed.
