Aurelia

He tosses the keys on the desk, loosening his tie as he walks up to the phone.

I watch him, silently shivering in the corner, trying to make myself as small as possible. Something tells me I won’t be able to withstand the force of his wrath through the rest of the evening.

“Warm towels.” He speaks into the receiver, “Water, something hot… a beverage… yes. Make it quick.” Once the call ends, he runs a hand through his wet hair, disappearing into the bathroom. He comes out a moment later.

“There’s hot water.” He says, not even meeting my eyes, “Shower.”

His tone leaves no room for argument.

I do as he says, mostly because I might catch pneumonia if I don’t.

I’m hesitant to leave the bathroom, the only item provided is a tiny towel that barely covers my ass. That, and the fact that I’m less than enthusiastic at facing a pissed off Kane.

But I’m not a coward.

There’s a steaming cup untouched set on the table. He has his hands folded across his chest as he leans against the wall, his eyes