He carried me across the room and entered a bath chamber that looked like it was carved within a cave. Candles flared to life, illuminating the stone walls and a gentle waterfall streaming down the far side of the chamber.
A dark stone bath tub, that looked more like a small pool, dominated the center of the room. Inside it, rose petals floated across the water's surface, in deep crimson and soft pink creating a tapestry of color.
The air was thick with the scent of lavender and jasmine, the fragrance wrapping around us the closer we got to the bath.
I looked around in awe, allowing myself the moment to take it all in. It was like stepping into a dream.
When we reached the bath, Wolfe lowered me gently.
“Wolfe—”
I was still wearing my wedding dress, but the moment my body sank into the deep, heated water, the dress simply...disappeared. Magic rippled across my skin like silk, and suddenly I was bare beneath the surface, the deep water and floating petals providing a veil that covered my nakedness.
I sighed at the sensation, not just the physical warmth, but the intimacy of it.
To my surprise we both laughed.
"This is perfect," I breathed.
“Good, rest now. Stay in here for as long as you want. Call for me if you need me. I won’t go far.”
“Where are you going?”
“Taming the dragons. It’s been an age since they traveled to the mortal realm. The lack of magic there makes them testy.”
“Okay… I’ll see you later.”
He pressed a hand to my forehead and gazed down at me. “You are safe here with me, Lady Nightblade.”
Lady Nightblade.
I liked that.
The water came up to my shoulders as I settled against the smooth stone, and fragrances grew stronger in the steam that rose around me.
Wolfe moved away and I watched him go, my eyes tracing the line of his broad shoulders that seemed less tense now, as if some invisible weight had finally lifted from them.
The rigid set he'd carried through the ceremony, through our conversations, through all the careful maneuvering was now gone.
He stopped at the door, stood there for a moment and glanced back at me over his shoulder.
“You will remember me,” he said, not as a hope…a promise. As if fate itself had already agreed.
The conviction in his voice settled in my heart.
For a moment, the world stilled around us, and I allowed myself to believe him.
“I will remember you,” I promised, and it felt like truth.
A shadowed smile touched his lips before he turned and walked out the door.
Chapter 40
Wolfe
“A Kingdom on the Edge”
Dawn light filtered through the chamber windows in streaks of gold and autumn colors, dragging me from sleep.
