Damon.
The steam hung thick in the air curling around the edges of the wooden slats and softening the sharpness of the world outside. The heat wasn’t stifling yet just warm enough to make my skin feel heavy and my bones slow like I’d sunk into the belly of something ancient and living.
I leaned back against the wood, my eyes half lidded while letting the silence stretch between the echo of our footsteps and the slow bubbling of the drink I’d asked the maids to keep ready for us.
Willow was across the room at first bent over with his back turned as he adjusted the knot on his robe. The white fabric clung to his frame damp at the collar from the mist and the muscles along his arms flexed subtly with the smallest of movements.
For someone so soft spoken anm strangely poised, he had a k
