Chapter 91

Calliope had already slipped out of her drenched dress on instinct, soaking quietly in the cold water. Her pale, translucent skin shimmered faintly beneath the clear surface, breathtakingly unreal. The man's pupils shrank sharply as he looked away, throat burning dry. He yanked a thick towel from the cabinet, carefully folding it and placing it under her neck to cushion it from the water's force. The icy water finally eased some of her suffering, but also drained her last bit of strength. Her body went limp as unconsciousness took over. He rummaged again and dropped a creamy bath bomb into the tub. Foamy bubbles quickly rose, forming a soft, protective veil that masked what shouldn't be seen. Only then did he allow himself another look. Her cheeks were still unnaturally flushed, black hair soaked and sticking messily to her face and slender collarbones-frail, yet heartbreakingly pretty. Even in sleep, her delicate brows remained furrowed. His gaze darkened, like stars crushed into a st