I closed the door to Drakon’s bedroom behind me, tossing the glossy shopping bags onto the end of the bed. The quiet room was a stark contrast to the thrumming engine and the raw heat of the car ride, but my heart was still pounding a steady, electric rhythm against my ribs.
Heading straight into the bathroom, I turned on the shower and let the water run hot, watching the steam rise up to fog the tall glass doors. I stripped off my clothes, caught a glimpse of my flushed reflection in the mirror, and stepped beneath the scalding spray.
As the hot water washed over my skin, flushing away the slick residue and the lingering adrenaline of the afternoon, my mind finally stopped racing.
I leaned my head back against the cool tile, letting out a long, deliberate breath.
The Ashen Kings.
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