Walking to my room, I set down my suitcase and settled in for a warm bath. The scar on my hand was prominent and pink. Marcus had advised me not to let water get to it. As I settled into the warm embrace of the bathwater, the steam rising around me like a comforting shroud, I couldn't help but let my thoughts wander back over the past month. It had been a whirlwind of events, each moment etching its mark on my memory. My gaze dropped to the prominent scar on my hand, a vivid reminder of the ordeal I had endured. Marcus, the enigmatic butler from Nikolai's world, had advised me to keep it away from water, and I followed his guidance diligently. The mark was still pink and sensitive, a testament to the healing process that was underway.
I closed my eyes, allowing the soothing sensation of w
