Baths in general were something I could rarely enjoy, for fear Orin would find me. To fully bathe, I typically had to hide my face or cover the majority of the water with a cloak.
To keep him from seeing me.
I feared that one day, I’d be careless, and he’d get ahold of me.
Gray positioned my arms on the outside of the tub as he set me in. Letting them slide down the metal, behind me.
Forcing me to sit entirely upright in the water, my back pinned to the metal. Making me feel even more vulnerable than when Frost had me chained to the wall this morning.
Because it’s Gray that has me. A tiny voice admitted.
My jaw ticked and I was ramrod stiff. Watching as he walked to the chair to remove the platter to the side table before flipping the buckles at the shoulders of his tunic. Lettin
