Lyra closed the door behind her and went straight to the bathroom.
She eased herself into the bathtub, let the water close around her and lingered there far longer than she realized, completely unaware that Rowan had already returned to the room.
Rowan needed to head back to the meeting, but he couldn't bring himself to leave without seeing her directly.
He stood outside the bathroom door, his hand lifting before stopping short. For a moment, he considered opening it, then her soft singing reached him from inside.
To him, it sounded like an attempt to soothe a wounded heart. His expression darkened as Kane's earlier words resurfaced.
He was so lost in thought that he failed to notice when her singing stopped.
The door opened suddenly, and Lyra came into view, her face fresh and relaxed. A soft pink flushed her cheeks, the lingering warmth of the bath still clinging to her skin. A towel was wrapped around her head, and she was dressed in a robe.
