Sargis’ POV
The hiss of the shower echoed softly in the tiled walls around me, steam curling upward like smoke, but I didn’t even feel the heat. My mind had wandered far, far from this place.
To her.
Narine.
I rested a hand against the marble, as water streamed down my face and chest, and let myself replay the morning again.
Her voice.
It had filled the room like sunlight peeking through storm clouds. Soft and hesitant and so heartbreakingly fragile, like she wasn’t sure if the world would allow it. She had screamed at first, yes. But even that had been a gift in disguise. It was refreshing to hear her voice without that haunting melody of agony, the first time she did, and the screams and whimpers she released as she fought her nightmares.
I decided to cook for her without thinking
