Silas POV
Eris strolls out of my bedroom after having a bath. The way she moves around my quarters is dominating and demanding. She had compelled Josephine to run her a bath; she insisted she reeked of mutts after we had gotten back from The Dark Moon territory and couldn’t wait to scrub the smell off her skin. Although she never actually scrubbed it off, she ordered Josephine to do that as well. She saunters across the room, walking past Josephine who had just poured herself a large glass of wine after spending the last hour bathing Eris when she scoops the wine off the side and sits down so elegantly on the sofa taking a sip from the glass, she flips her dark hair over her shoulder making the sweet smell of roses waft over to me. It’s hard to dispute the weak one who is howling in my mi
