Warm steam curled around Lucan as he stepped into the bathhouse, his slacks already damp from the humidity in the air. The scent of jasmine and rose petals mixed with the mist, clinging to the marble walls and polished floors. He paused near the entrance, his gaze settling on Adeline, who still stood by the edge of the grand bathing pool, her eyes watching him keenly as if she wanted to catch him in a lie. Like she could not believe that she had hurt him last night.
She was slightly rwnsez and for a long moment, did not accept his wordless invitation into the batbcwith hi.
"Will you come in?"
"I... I am. I will," she murmured, her voice a whisper in the quiet air.
Lucan exhaled through his nose, offering a smirk as he shed his slacks too. "You have seen everything before. This would no
