Not Even With Me?

Chapter 165: Not Even With Me?

“How’s your mom doing?” Victor’s voice came from behind me, low and warm, rippling through the soft hiss of bathwater.

I exhaled slowly, popping a small bubble that floated past my knee. “Paler,” I said quietly. “Weaker. And a lot thinner, too.”

His arms circled me from behind, his body pressing against mine under the water. The solid weight of him grounded me. I