I slowly lowered both hands and carefully stepped out of the sudsy basin, one foot at a time.
Head down, lips pressed together—I was dying inside.
The footsteps drew closer, and my heart legit dropped to my stomach. I instinctively grabbed the hem of my skirt even though my hands were still dripping with soap. Then I saw it—his shoes stopping right beside the basin.
I tilted my head up… and boom. Eye contact.
The full heat of Master Ryou’s glare hit me like a ton of bricks.
He looked down at the overflowing foam, his jaw tightening, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he exhaled hard through his nose. When he looked back at me, I couldn’t do anything but lower my gaze again.
“Care to explain this mess, Amelia?”
The sound of my name from his lips froze my brain. Sure, it wasn’t even my real
