Kharon elbowed Patro as he stomped over and shoved past him into the changing room. Augustus and I followed.
The room was smaller than I expected. About a dozen lockers filled with folded clothes faced a bench with towels.
The other side had a narrow hall with two shower stalls positioned across from each other.
I stared at them suspiciously.
Showers were a luxury I was still getting used to, but I was pretty sure they normally had doors—only the one on the left did.
Augustus saw where I was looking and explained, “It’s because Hermos is a Gorgon. They’re notoriously bizarre about their privacy. We added the door for him so he’d stop complaining about nudity.”
It took a second for me to process that he thought the onewiththe door was the weird one.
Maybe the sirens are right, and I am a prude?
Kharon muttered about Hermos being ridiculous as he walked past me—butt-ass naked.
A small smear of blood contrasted with the pale, unblemished skin of his left thigh.
But his right leg was a patchwork of burns, welts, and ruined skin. The scars were different from the ones across his chest, but no less painful looking.
Kharon was a shocking amalgamation of fury, tattoos, and old wounds.
He stepped into the open stall and turned on the water.
His expression became guarded as he saw me looking at his leg, and he roughly grabbed bottles.
Guilt filled me, because I’d noticed his limp back in Corfu, but I hadn’t thought much of it. I never could have imagined the awful extent of his injury.
Augustus sauntered past, also sans clothes, and I momentarily lost the ability to think. Black and white hair hung loose against his bronze skin.
His chest was unbranded, smooth with a light smattering of hair, but there was also blood streaked across his thigh, and silver glinted in the head of his thick penis.
Wait—what?
My gaze shot to his face.
Augustus arched a dark brow as he stepped into the shower beside Kharon.
God save me.
The drawings of genitalia on the Spartan Lifestyle Page were clearly fabricated becausenoneof them had a piercing—I would have remembered.
Shaking my head, I ran into the stall that had a door and closed it tightly behind me.
Being the world’s first introverted perverted prude is surprisingly exhausting.
I hastily stripped down.
The divinely hot spray almost made me forget about the two naked men an arm’s reach away.
Almost.
“Are you okay in there?” Kharon crooned mockingly, an edge to his tone.
I shouldn’t have stared at his leg. He was clearly self-conscious about it, even though, if anything, the scars made him more impressive.
“Is the shower up to your standards,princess?” Kharon called out, clearly trying to get a reaction out of me.
