Sorayah's eyes trailed after Dimitri, watching his silhouette through the sheer silk curtain that separated the steamy bathhouse from the main room. Though the fabric obscured most of the view, she could still make out the outline of his tall frame as he dressed. It wasn't until she heard the final rustle of fabric and the flap of the tent being pushed aside that she truly let herself relax and began her bath in earnest, washing away every trace of sweat, dirt, and blood.
No one would dare enter the Beta Lord's tent without a death wish. Anyone who tried would surely be acting under Dimitri's direct order. And Dimitri, for all his mystery, would never send someone in while she was bathing. That much, at least, she was sure of.
She remained submerged in the steaming water, her body easing under the warmth, but her mind drifted back to the mines.
