Eren and Kiran stood before the heavy wooden door, its surface carved with twisted symbols that seemed to writhe in the dim torchlight. The sound of splashing water and soft voices drifted from beyond.
"Ready to see your precious little friend, Veilwalker?" Kiran snarled, her voice dripping with malicious anticipation. "Time to shatter whatever pathetic fantasy you've built up in that thick skull of yours!"
She grabbed the iron handle and yanked the door open with vicious force, the hinges groaning in protest.
Eren stepped through the doorway and froze. The chamber beyond was massive, filled with warm steam that carried the scent of lavender and exotic oils. What made him pause wasn't the luxury—it was the women moving throughout the space.
