Vinorca Jona POV
I knew he was right—somewhat. Maybe I would sink in this bathtub. But how was I supposed to bathe with a man standing right there?
Even if he wasn’t watching… I couldn’t do something like this.
“How about I ask a staff member to help you?”
I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t need to. He was stressed. Because of me.
“I’m still half in my senses, so don’t worry.” I stared at his back, everything blurry—but not enough to miss how tense his shoulders were. I was lucid enough to clean myself.
Masen had already done more than enough.
“Okay. I’m leaving.” He didn’t look back, just opened the door and stepped out, shutting it softly behind him.
I closed my eyes. Tried to breathe. Tried to relax.
Dante’s face flashed in front of me. I didn’t know why the mess always foun
