They were in the bath right now and Anastasia was puffing out its cheeks in frustration as Azel scrubbed its back methodically.
His muscles had gotten noticeably better defined after the bloodline awakening, the transformation clearly defining his upper physique with lean efficient muscle.
He'd tied an excessively long towel around his waist to maintain some modesty while he worked.
He remained silent as he carefully did Anastasia's hair, working shampoo through the long silver-green strands with practiced movements.
Anastasia didn't like the oppressive silence at all, the quiet feeling heavy between them.
Azel was probably mad at it, and the reason was obvious.
For not trusting him when he'd said that Merek was currently inside Yggdrasil and had somehow managed to recruit Sylvia to work for his schemes.
'How am I supposed to even believe something like that…?' Anastasia thought with internal conflict.
