CIAN
I pushed open the door to my room and stopped.
Fia stood near the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a robe. Her hair was damp, falling in dark waves over her shoulders. The fabric clung to her in places where she hadn't dried off completely. She looked up when I entered, and something in her expression shifted.
A slow smile curved her lips.
"Preparing for me, I see," I said.
She tilted her head slightly. "How's your uncle?"
"He's fine." I moved further into the room and closed the door behind me. "Better than fine, actually. You healed him completely."
Her eyebrows rose. "Completely?"
"Not even a scar." I crossed the distance between us. "He wanted to thank you even."
"He doesn't need to—"
I reached for the tie of her robe and pulled. The knot came undone easily. The fabric parted and I pushed it off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet.
Now she stood before me completely bare.
