"umm...Damien, I don't know what's wrong but the shower is no longer running and I've got soap in my eyes'' Elsa muttered skittle embarrassed.
It was then Damien noticed she had her eyes tightly squinted but at the same time, he couldn't stop his eyes from moving to her visible collar bone which was the only thing visible along with her head.
"Damien?" Elsa called slowly wondering if the man was in.
Damien who was in a daze sprang up and raced to the door, "I'll check with the staffs downstairs. It's quite unusual. Just some minutes"
In his haste to escape embarrassment and to help Elsa he failed to notice a dark figure which was seated directly behind where he previously sat on the bed, a shiny small dagger in his hands.
Infact, Damien would have been a dead meat if Elsa hadn't
