Eun-Ae The steam curled around me like a lover’s touch. I leaned back into the hot water, ears twitching as droplets slid along the fur of my tails. They floated lazily on the surface, nine pale ribbons glowing faintly in the lantern light. The palace wolves might pace in silence tonight, but I knew their whispers—kumiho, monster, fox spirit. Let them whisper. The king had chosen me. The bath chamber door groaned open. Heavy, human steps echoed on the tiles. I didn’t need to open my eyes. Him. His scent drifted through the air—sandalwood, parchment, steel, and the faint salt of sweat. “You should be resting,” I said softly. “Not prowling like one of your wolves.” He chuckled, but the sound was tired. “And you sound more wolf than fox, tonight.” I cracked one eye open. He leaned agai

