KIERYGAN'S POV
It was my second cold bath of the night.
I needed it. Because if I didn’t, I might’ve reduced the entire wing to ash.
The water had long since surrendered its chill, now lukewarm and steaming, ghostly coils rising across the marble floor. Still, I remained submerged—jaw tight, eyes shut, arms braced on either side of the tub.
Waiting. For her.
After what felt like forever, I felt her—crossing the outer threshold.
A shift in the air. A ripple across my senses. That familiar pull in my bones... the one I always feel when she’s near.
Then came the sound of her footsteps. Softer. More careful than usual.
She was trying to sneak in.
She must’ve left her shoes behind, thinking she could slip past unnoticed. That she could outsmart me.
I stood at once, water cascading dow
