LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The house was warm as we stepped inside, Teresa's fingers brushed mine as she walked beside me, making me feel stronger in a way I couldn't explain.
"I'm going to take a bath," she said softly, her voice like a soothing balm. "I need to soak for a while. My whole body feels sore."
I swallowed hard, imagining her submerged in warm water, steam curling around her. The thought alone was enough to ignite a fire in my chest. "Say it, Lucian," Ares teased in my head. "Suggest she use your bathtub. It's bigger."
But I didn't. Instead, I bit back the words, knowing I couldn't risk making her uncomfortable. Not now. "That sounds like a good idea," I managed, keeping my voice neutral. "I should clean up too."
Her laughter was soft, like the chime of a bell. "I'd say that's an understatement. You're practically drenched in Maverick's blood."