Chapter 25
Vanya
They say hell is hot.
They clearly haven’t been inside Thalvion’s community sauna.
I stood at the edge of the changing room, towel clenched in my hand like a damn sword, as half-naked boys strutted around with the confidence of Greek gods. Kross was already shirtless, walking around like a deodorant commercial—sweaty abs glistening, biceps flexed unnecessarily, and messy golden hair plastered to his forehead like some romance novel cover model.
I wanted to stab him.
Not because he was hot—though he was unfairly, aggressively attractive—but because he was now part of my survival problem.
You see, today was Sauna and Shower Day.
And I was still a girl. Disguised as a boy. In a room filled with other boys… most of whom had zero concept of personal space, towels, or sh
