Chapter Eight
Two hours later
Dagan stretched his stiff upper body, sinking farther into the hot tub and rubbing his thigh. Had his team won the maju water, his leg would already be healed. He imagined Sasha rubbing the soreness out of his muscles and groaned.
It was dark, and he’d chosen the hot tub farthest from the banquet hall, surrounded by shrubbery on three sides. Most of the guests, both human and Caldorian, were more interested in playing in the well-lit swimming pool or hot tubs closer to the food and refreshments that were set up near the doors. He preferred more privacy. He had doused all but one of the flickering maju stones, leaving him in deep shadow. He wasn’t in the mood to share his space with a bunch of rowdy warriors.
The jets of hot water should go a long way towar
