ROSETTE’S POV
The water was perfect. Hot enough to soothe my aching muscles, warm enough to melt the tension I’d been carrying for days.
He climbed in behind me, pulling me back against his chest, and his hands were gentle now where they’d been rough before. Careful where they’d been claiming.
He washed my hair without being asked.
His fingers worked through the strands, massaging my scalp, rinsing away the soap with a tenderness that made my chest ache.
I closed my eyes and let him, too exhausted to do anything except float in the warm water and feel his hands moving over me.
“I need to tell you about that night.”
His voice was quiet and hesitant in a way I’d never heard from him before.
I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t respond. I just waited.
“My Lycan was going insane.” His hand
