Hunter’s POV:
She lies there for hours. Just lying on the bottom of that large marble bathtub with her eyes closed, one hand limply grasped in mine where I refused to let go. Several times her hand starts to slip since the bubbles don’t seem to disappear, nor does the water seem to cool even after time passes. For those long few hours, all I can hear is the low chanting from the witches in the room and Chalice’s ragged breathing as she tries to contain the panic I can feel bubbling under her calm facade. Behind me, I can barely feel or hear Ash other than his low, measured breathing as he tries to remain calm. Tries to keep the fear I can feel hidden underneath the calm he shows. “Mara? Eris?” I ask softly, seeing both of them turn to look at me, Mara’s mouth still forming the quiet spell
