She stripped away her ruined dress before padding to the bathroom to draw a bath. Slipping into the tub, she scrubbed away every drop of blood on her skin until it was raw. Until she felt clean of her sins. When she was finished, she pulled the drain and made her way back to her room, leaving a trail of water in her wake. Standing in the middle of her room, without a stitch of clothing, she chanted Blackwell’s name. It took almost an entire minute for him to arrive. “I’m sorry, I was returning—” He stopped short when he spotted her. His gaze instantly heated, but he remained planted in place.
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