Chapter 21
His Family
Liliette found herself being effortlessly carried by Vlad into the bathroom. She felt as lifeless as a sack of potatoes until she was submerged in the steaming water.
The tower’s private bathroom was as grand as the one in their quarters, its porcelain tub gleaming under the flickering candlelight. The tub was large enough to accommodate Vlad’s imposing frame with ease, but Liliette hardly noticed the luxury. She melted into the warmth, her small form resting against the solid expanse of his chest.
Just as she began to relax, she froze. A firm, heated presence pressed against her spine, tracing a path down to her lower back. Her pulse spiked. She wasn’t sure she could handle another round.
“Relax, Liliette.”
