32. Steal His Sanity

Jessamine

The water runs cold—too cold, but I allow it.

There's a persistent knocking on my door, echoing for the past hour, but I’m too tired to get out of the water. I shiver, teeth clattering, but I remain in the tub. The water around me is murky and dirty, and under my foot, I feel grapes. I didn’t bother getting out of the dress. It’s as filthy as I am.

Maybe the water will wash it all away—the tea, the blood, and my tears.

I doze off for a moment, and when I awaken, the water has risen from around my knees to my neck. The cold seeps into my skin, riding me of the horrible heat I feel within me. It’s comfortable, and so I rest.

Fingers on my face jolt me awake. I squint to find Alpha Kier's hard, hazel eyes peering down at me. "You're so cold," he mutters, cursing under his breath. He straightens, reaching fully into the tub. When I flinch, he pauses.

“Jessamine, I need to lift you out,” he tells me, and I stare at him, wondering why an Alpha bothers to ask a nobody like me for p