"Nyx, you'll catch a cold. Get out," Marcus demanded. Still, he was met with silence and no further actions from the she-wolf and only continued to wash under the waterfall like she hadn't heard him.
He narrowed his gaze, shoving his clothes back in the duffel bag before stripping down to his boxers. He glanced warily around, making sure none of the other rogues had any silly ideas of trying to kill them. Then he marched through the water that went to his thighs, expecting Nyx to turn around and huff at him for being 'dramatic'. But she didn't act like how he expected, and right now, she was the one acting somewhat dramatic. This was unlike her.