Fiore tried to focus on the warm water enveloping her body, but it was impossible to ignore the tension between Lance and Daemon. Both men radiated a menacing energy, their auras like clashing storms that made the hotspring feel more suffocating than soothing.
She quietly finished her bath, aware that no one else dared to disturb them. Even though she had insisted on staying, the presence of these two alphas turned what should’ve been a calming moment into a silent power struggle.
The water felt heavy, not comforting. It was as though the heat itself carried the pressure between these two men. She sighed inwardly, willing her body to relax, but the air was thick with unspoken words, and the longer she stayed in the water, the more suffocated she felt.
When they finally rose from the ho
