THE MEMORY vanished as the sound of the shower next door stopped.
Mailah snapped back to the present, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She looked through the glass and saw the silhouette of Lucson stepping out of his shower. He reached for a towel, his movements slow and methodical.
She realized, with a start, that he knew she was there. He had known the moment he walked into the bathroom. He was a demon; he could probably hear her heartbeat from a mile away.
She turned off her water, the silence of the room suddenly deafening. She stood there, wrapped in nothing but steam and the ghost of Grayson's voice, waiting for Lucson to leave.
But he didn't.
She heard the sound of footsteps on the marble. Then, a soft tap on the frosted glass of her shower door.
"Mailah," Lucson's voice came through the mist, low and vibrating. "A word of advice before you sleep."
She swallowed hard, clutching her towel. "Yes?"
