With a shrug, trying to forget what had nearly happened between them this morning in the kitchen, she turned and entered her bedroom. Before she'd taken three paces, she found herself thinking about Dorian anyway. What would it be like to have him back, in human form?
Instantly catching herself, she shook her head.
“No sense in getting addle-brained over it,” she sighed, heading into the master bath. She pulled the comb out of her hair, which had slid half-way out anyway. It felt good to let her hair loose. Stripping out of her sticky clothes also felt freeing. Using a generous amount of bath salts and lavender scented oil to help relax the day's tensions away, Zofia prepared a bath in the old claw foot tub.
While the steamy water filled the tub, she caught her reflection in the misting
