After scrubbing Reine's scalp until there wasn't a trace of dirt left, and rubbing her with soap bubbles until she smelled like fresh oranges (the hotel's shampoo was positively wonderful), I dried her off with a towel and dressed her in a fresh T-shirt and yoga pants, which had been sent to our room, thanks to Erick. Kaden was nowhere to be seen, but I didn't worry--he was probably off doing his own thing. "I'm hungry," She complained. "When can I eat?"
"Right now," Kaden replied, walking into the room and smiling. "I asked the hotel staff if they had any food, and apparently, they have lots of leftovers from the hotel's free breakfast." He set a plate down on the coffee table, stuffed with fresh fruit, bread, bottles of water and orange juice, plus bagels, donuts, and some cold scrambl
