Chapter 24
RYN POV I watched the steam swirl around his shoulders, trying not to let my gaze linger too long. It was easier to look at the water. The stone. The torchlight dancing on the damp ceiling above. He shifted, slow and quiet, and moved toward the shallow ledge where I’d placed the soap. I moved at the same time—reflex, instinct. Reaching for the small block before he could to hand it to him. Our hands touched. His fingers brushed against mine. Warm from the water. Rough from a lifetime of wielding steel. I froze. Just for a second. Not because I was afraid. But because that single point of contact sent a pulse of heat through me so sharp and unexpected I forgot to breathe. He looked up. Our eyes met. His deep blue gaze locked onto me. I pulled my hand back gently. Wordless. Soft. And
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