Chapter 36: Towel. Trouble. Trauma.
Elara’s POV
I was humming a song.
That song from my childhood. Something about moonlight and bravery, and something else my brain had already forgotten. Because right now? I wasn’t focused on the lyrics.
I was focused on how amazing that bath had been.
Holy Moon Goddess.
I didn’t know what kind of witchcraft Liam used in his tub but my skin had never felt this soft, my hair never this light. It smelled like rose petals and sin. The soaps, the oils, the hot water jets… I think I ascended.
But all that euphoria?
Gone.
Because the moment I stepped out, wrapped snug in the fluffiest white towel known to man, humming like a brain-dead peasant girl, I stopped short.
And nearly died.
Because there...leaning casually against the bedpost like he wasn’t
