Kael sank deeper into the bathtub, the water lapping at his chest, he used the thermometer and saw that the water was warmed to a perfect 38 degrees Celsius by Rhea's earlier touch.
He was impressed.
The steam curled around him, soothing the tension in his muscles, his hazel eyes half-closed as he savored the quiet.
Finally, he stood, the water sluicing off his lean frame, and stepped into the shower, letting the hot spray rinse away the lingering heat.
He toweled off, his dark hair damp and tousled, and wrapped the towel around his waist.
With a soft creak, he opened the bathroom door, expecting the quiet of his room—
only to freeze.
"You fucked her again," Freya said, her voice low, edged with a mix of accusation and amusement.
She sat on his bed, her platinum-cyan hair damp from her own shower, a white towel wrapped loosely around her, barely covering her curves.
Her blue eyes locked on him, sharp and knowing, as if she'd been waiting for this moment.
