Just before she pulled herself up, a face appeared above the tub. One with piercing green eyes. Pulling herself to the surface, she gasped for air, droplets rolling down over her skin and falling from her thick lashes, her hair pasted down her back, heavy from the water. Blackwell was standing beside the tub, arms crossed, shielded expression on his face as he roamed his gaze over her naked form. “Glad to see you made it out of another trial,” he commented. “Were you planning on letting me know?”
