Page 136 of Upon Buried Embers
I nearly jump at the sound of Rohan’s voice, not expecting him back so quickly.
“I’m fine,” I tell Rohan, humming with pleasure at finally bathing. Rohan hovers at the curtain, hands on his hips but he doesn’t come in.
It’s been three days since I woke up and I’m still confused, but Rohan said we’ll talk when I’m better.
I do feel better now, but he’s been hovering like I’m on my deathbed.
I look down at my bruised body and wince. Rohan hasn’t said anything about it, so maybe he didn’t see it? Maybe I can pretend what Darcia did to me didn’t happen when they fade.
Just like Master’s faded.
He also hasn’t said anything about Rhett or Darcia, and just thinking about them and what they did has my stomach turning.
I roll over in the bath, breathing against the tub wall and squeeze my eyes shut.
Rohan’s being so nice to me, and it feels like another trick. Once I’m fully recovered that’s when my punishment will start.
For the order I disobeyed.
“You have soap?” Rohan’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
I look at the huge bundle of soap on the table beside the tub. “Yes, there are so many,” I tell him like he didn’t put them there.
“I wanted you to have more options. They’re all rose scented.”
They are?
“Thank you,” I croak out, clearing my throat.
He grunts.
“Did Nora upset you?”
“No, she apologized.”
“Good.”
Silence follows, and I can feel the tension coming from him.
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?”
“I’m fine.”
I’m surprised he hasn’t just barged in here, but he’s letting me have privacy for once and it’s strange…
I clean myself up slowly, washing away the fever I had for four days, according to Asseya when she checked up on me yesterday.
She told me Rohan helped me through it, never once leaving my side. How she guided him on how to look after me, because he has never looked after anyone before.
I felt rotten being sick, but when she told me that, a swarm of butterflies took flight in my stomach.
The Dragonbond looking after a lowly slave.
My hand goes to my collar and I sigh. I wish I could take it off.
“Why are you sighing like that?” Rohan demands, and I look toward the curtain, seeing he has his back to me.
“Like what?”
