Pharai
The bathroom was too big to feel safe.
It was all pale marble veined with gold, steam already hanging low because Suetekh had showered before me and had left his heat in the glass. The floor was warm under my bare feet. The shower was a black stone square with three heads. The mirror was fogged.
I locked the door.
I had not locked a door on Suetekh in months. He owned every room I stood in, every bed I slept in, every hotel cut into a mountain. But after breakfast I needed a lock. I needed air that did not smell like war.
I dropped the white robe.
