Chapter 138

After my conversation with Rosalyn, I needed space to think. The bathwater was still warm when I sank into it, letting the heat ease some of the tension from my bruised muscles. The lavender oil I'd added to the water helped calm my racing thoughts, though Rosalyn's cryptic warning still echoed in my mind.

What could Torin be waiting for? And why did the thought fill me with such unease?

I dressed