Chapter 82 Power Games

• The fire hadn’t gone out in her yet.
• Amara sat on the edge of the tub, steam curling around her in thick ribbons. The marble beneath her thighs was cold, but the heat of the water matched the burn beneath her skin. Her hand rested on the edge, blood still caked beneath her fingernails, despite everything. The scent of ash still lingered in her hair. Lucien had begged her to rest, even tried coaxing her into sleep with his mouth, his hands, his body.
• And for a while, she let him.