Life had returned to the villa like nothing ever happened. It was as if all the trouble from the other day had been erased—although it itched Draven so badly to bring it up. But Alex had warned him it might end in a disaster, so he kept his mouth shut.
Daniel, on the other hand, was strangely calm—doing his usual chores like he hadn't been threatened by Mateo Valez just days ago. Like he hadn't nearly been killed. He was still enjoying his holiday, refusing to let some useless fellow ruin it for him.
He had asked for a hot bath, and the poor chefs—who hadn't even taken a night break—were the ones helping to prepare the tub for his use. Wrapped in a bathrobe and with a towel tied around his hair, Daniel headed to brush his teeth.
The bath was already steamy, hot mist curling up like soft smoke, and Daniel gave a satisfied hum at the sight. Speaking aloud since his servers were nearby, he addressed them gently.
