Harley And Casian

Scarlett

Steam curled around me as I sank into the bath, the hot water lapping at my skin until it almost stung. The ache in my muscles eased little by little, though the heat only seemed to coax more memories to the surface—his mouth, his hands, the way he had ruined me against the headboard like he had every right to. I shoved the thought away, sinking deeper until the water covered my ears, the world going blissfully quiet for a few precious seconds.

When I finally emerged, my head felt clearer. My stomach, however, was another story—it growled loud enough to make me laugh under my breath. I could eat an entire cow right now, bones and all. Wrapping myself in a robe, I padded down the stairs, following the faint smell of roasted meat like a starved wolf.

The dining hall was quiet when I stepped in, but not empty. The butler was already there, his spine ramrod straight, a polished silver tray in his hands. His eyes flicked up when he saw me, and my face burned hot enough to rival th