Because what do I have to lose? Absolutely nothing.
I alsodeservea little comfort.
“Is there a bathtub?” I ask.
“Yes, and a shower.”
“With hot water?” I press, staring him down.
His lips twitch. “Also yes.”
“Good.” I stretch my arms over my head. “I think I’m going to take a bath… and consider everything you’ve said while doing so.” Because I… I don’t know what questions to ask right now.
And honestly, stepping in here has me just wanting to relax.
Maybe that’s an insane reaction to my situation. But I don’t really care. My life is essentially insanity personified.
“I’ll go get one started for you. Any preferences on scents?” he asks, playing along with my moment of lunacy.
“Something wintry, maybe with a hint of leather, too. Oh, and cotton.” The description leaves me without much thought, causing my brows to furrow. Because it certainly sounded specific.
And his expression tells me he picked up on that as well.
But all he says is “I know what you need” and disappears into the bathroom.
Minutes later, I know he understood me perfectly because the mixture of aromas meets my nose and makes me sigh.
This is crazy.
However, I don’t care.
I’m going to relax. Maybe think a little. And… and probably take a nap.
Yes to sleep.
After a bath.
I feel like I’m in a daze as I enter the bathroom, the chilly stone barely registering as I move.
Hades studies me, his brow furrowing a little. “Are you feeling all right?”
“Maybe,” I murmur. “Maybe not.”
He hums and leans against the wall beside the filling bathtub. “You’re overwhelmed.”
“Likely,” I agree.
He nods. “Then take your bath. I’ll be in the other room if you need me.”
“I thought you were going to find Maliki?” I ask as I bend to check the water temperature. It’s warm and perfect.
“I will. After you’re tucked into the nest.”
I frown, not sure what he means by that. But I choose to let it go and instead start to disrobe.
Hades doesn’t turn away, just watches as I drop the borrowed tank top and jeans to the floor. “I’m going to need new clothes,” I tell him conversationally as I pull my hair loose. “Preferably something less clingy, and no denim.”
His lips twitch, like I’m amusing him.
