Abby’s POV
I slid into the triangle-shaped bathtub and pressed the button to turn on the jets. The temperature was absolutely perfect, and the scent of coconut and almond salts intensified as the jets bubbled around me. Heaven. Pure heaven.
I didn’t want to mention to Zebrik that I’d never taken a bath in a bathtub before. We only had a shower in the cabin, and the closest thing to a bath was soaking in the hot springs. That was nice, but it always smelled a little funny—not like the sweet, warm aroma now filling my senses.
The flicker of candlelight danced along the walls, and I let my mind go blissfully blank. I didn’t want to think about anything. The day had been too much. I started off thinking the highlight would be my new bed and the old ghost story books. But no—today had spiral
