William was still occupying her body, jerking upright in the bathtub with a sharp motion, trying to grab her wrist.
Warm water splashed over her face, and the force of it was enough to sting her eyes. The sudden discomfort made Emma blink rapidly, trying to clear the burning sensation, instinctively shutting her eyes.
But before she closed them completely, she caught a glimpse of her own face. Her glowing green eyes were sharp and cold, and they burned with a dangerous, unfamiliar intensity, something she had never seen before.
William's grip on her wrist was tight, but the sensation was odd.
She could feel his fingers pressing onto her skin, yet strangely, there was no real aggression. It was as if his touch was almost... smooth, almost gentle.
Emma frowned, confused. This body, this
