10. My Rage

XENDAYA.

Half an hour later, I do feel better. The bath became easier, even soothing, as the hot weather didn’t help either and after a soak I am washed with a gentle soothing balm before I am patted dry and rebandaged.

“Can I get some kind of hair balm or something for my locks? My hair has become brittle. What’s left of it, anyway,” I murmur, touching my strands.

“I’m afraid we don’t really have anything much for hair here… but I will ask the herb master,” she replies as she ties my wet hair up off my neck.

I sense him before I hear him. His powerful aura is like an enigma of its own and I tense, my heart thundering.

‘Xenie… remember, calm down. We do not want to be hurt again.’ Shayara tries to calm me.

I sit there, my breasts heaving with rage that I am simply unable to hide… how dare he…

Garza places a thin cotton gown around me, and I slowly clutch it at the front. I’m only wearing bandages underneath.

“Excuse me,” she murmurs as if knowing to clear the room.

She’s leavi