Mira found Elias sitting cross-legged in the empty room at the end of the corridor. He was naked, and she glimpsed the nine marks on his chest pulsing and she looked away.
There were times that she believed that Elias, for all his beauty, was still human, but seeing those marks on his chest pulsing with his breathing was a stark reminder that the man she served was something more… In the old stories, beings like these were called Ajin, for they walked between the divine and the mundane, and there were many places in the desert that worshipped the Ajin, even in the oasis, there were many believers.
Pushing away these thoughts, she hurried to get a large towel and readied a new set of clothes, Mira expected that Elias would be wanting to take a bath very soon and being ahead of this matter was what a good maid was expected to do.
Making sure that the water for his bath was heated, she knelt by the side and waited for him, and more than thirty minutes passed before that happened.
