The bathing chamber glowed with soft light from the candles. A grand oval tub sat at the center, where I was dipped, with my knees to my chest. The crystal chandelier hung high on the painted ceiling, offering more lighting to the place.
I kept my distant gaze on the archway, where a plush chair rested near the windows, framed with heavy curtains.
The water was getting cold, and I was yet to come out of it. I was mentally stuck on what happened tonight.
I fell into whatever twisted trap Damon had set. He was the one who sent the gift, and the card too. He had mimicked Drevon's handwriting to get me to believe it was his.
I'm fuming internally, raging at the idea I had waltzed into his web. I knew something was wrong, but I was too consumed by the idea of staying by Drevon's side. My greediness had left me coiled in someone else's palm, and I hated it.
