Pearl’s POV
The steam curled gently in the air, filling the bath chamber with a warm haze. I slipped into the water, sighing as the heat wrapped around my sore muscles. My limbs still trembled from the night before his touch, his words, the way he looked at me like I was something sacred.
“Let me help you,” Cecil had offered moments ago, hovering near the tub with a concerned look.
But I had quickly shaken my head. “I can do it myself, really.”
She had narrowed her eyes slightly but said nothing. Thank the Goddess she didn’t press.
Now, alone, I leaned back in the water, letting it soothe the ache in my thighs. My fingers moved slowly, brushing over my skin. When I reached a mark, one of many my breath hitched slightly. There, on the side of my breast, was a faint bruise shaped just l
