~Lyra~
Steam curled into the air, slowly fogging up the glass as I tilted my head back, letting the warm water wash over me.
My thoughts drifted—back to the dinner, to Kael, to that moment I opened my mouth when I probably should’ve stayed silent.
I sighed softly.
With the façade I’d maintained, I didn’t need to step in.
If the King had punished Kael, it might’ve been the perfect opportunity to play the concerned mate. Gain his trust, perhaps. But instead, I’d gone and offended Marcus—distant, calculating, and clearly not a man who forgets a slight.
Forget it. I’d already meddled. No point dissecting it now.
I shut off the water, wrapped myself in a towel, and slipped into a short nightgown.
After such a long shower, Kael should’ve left by now, right?
The moment we returned fro
