CYRENIA
The bathwater smelled like lavender. I hated lavender. I took the loofa and lathered it up with the vanilla soap. It wasn’t the nice kind of vanilla. It was the kind that took over my nostrils, making me feel like I was gagging on the scent. I scrubbed my body with its awful smell, despite my senses begging me not to. I had no choice. It was what Ozul wanted, and until I could convince him to conclude our pact, I was stuck.
I stepped out of the bathtub and grabbed the white towel folded on the counter for me. It was plush and soft against my skin. It was the kind of towel royalty used. I would have felt special if I didn’t feel like a prisoner. I stepped out of the bathroom and looked around for my bag. All of my clothes were dirty from the trip to the Tenebrous Mountains, but th
