Aurora's POV
The cold bath soothed the trembling heat consuming me.
I blinked, and I saw it again—the fiery gaze, the burning sensation. I couldn't find the words to describe it.
I reached for a towel and found one that barely covered the curve of my ass. Pulling it tight around me, I stepped out of the bathroom—only to freeze.
A figure stood near the edge of the room.
"Shit!"
"Sorry," Rod muttered with a small laugh, trying to ease the tension. "I came to check on you."
"I had to run a bath," I said, clutching the fabric to my chest. I couldn't move without exposing myself.
"But I'm fine."
"Are you?" His question caught me off guard.
I inhaled sharply, suddenly aware of how close he was, of the way his gaze seemed to settle deep beneath my skin.
"I can feel how scared you are," he said quietly. "You can tell me if something's wrong."
I paused, lingering in the unfamiliar comfort of being seen—of someone noticing the façade I'd been wearing.
"Thank you," I nodded.
