Constantine dropped a towel over Vica's damp hair and pinched the ends together under her chin like a bonnet. "Are we feeling better now?" he asked.
Vica took a step back and tried to shrug herself out of the towel squeezing around her head, but Constantine followed her with another step forward. She eyed him suspiciously. The playful facade he had been flaunting for the past hour couldn't be genuine. She hadn't seen this side of him in many days, and there was no reason to see it now. He had to be angry, she thought. He was just concealing it until the time was right. But why was he pretending even now? There was no one here to be discreet around. Oren had stayed behind to watch the halfling back in the room, which meant that Constantine had escorted her alone to the small bathhouse acro
