Kael slumped against the wall, his gaze lingering on the woman who stood before him, exuding an eerie calm. Diana, with her cool demeanor, seemed impervious to the gravity of what she'd done.
Had she no remorse for taking a life?
His own body had betrayed him at the sight of her actions; he'd been reduced to a quivering mess, barely able to keep his limbs in check. Consequently, he stumbled in the water for a moment, nearly choking, until his companion gave him a helping hand.
Diana, however, was untroubled by such weaknesses.
The realization sent a shiver down Kael's spine.
In the reflection of the mirror, Diana caught his gaze and snapped, “What's eating you, Kael? Don't tell me a little bath gave you a cold, or did that dame we dealt with scare the daylights out of you?”
He wanted to believe she was concerned about him.
Moving closer, Kael wrapped his arms around her. Despite the irritation on her face, he nuzzled affectionately against her.
“I'll never betray you,” he whispered fervently.
A pleased smile spread across Diana's lips. “That's more like it. Now, go get cleaned up, and don't you catch a cold. I’d be mighty upset if you fell ill.”
After she left, Thalia could feel eyes boring into her back, yet she dared not look behind. The image of the large, damp footprint in Diana's room haunted her. That massive print couldn't possibly belong to Diana; she wasn't that tall.
The footprint was more akin to a boat - unmistakably that of a man.
What was Diana hiding? Claiming she had just taken a bath to account for the wet mark was too convenient.
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