The warm water enveloped me as I sank deeper into the bathtub, my eyes closed in momentary bliss. I had desperately needed this bath, to wash away the sweat, dirt, and lingering scent of what happened in the forest.
What happened with Landon.
My cheeks flushed at the memory, not entirely from embarrassment anymore. After our morning conversation at the inn, we had traveled back to the castle in relative silence. I had expected awkwardness, perhaps even regret, but Landon had been... different. Almost protective in the way he kept me close during the journey home.
A strange arrangement indeed—when the butterfly's curse took hold again, I would go to him. The Lycan King would be my personal relief. I shivered despite the hot water surrounding me.
