Chapter 154 A Nyx's Eyes

• “It’s a long story,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice almost swallowed by the hum of steam curling through the bathroom.
• Mirenya rose from the tub in one fluid motion. She reached for one of the palace robes, the silk catching against her damp skin as she wrapped it around herself, then swiftly twisted her hair into a towel. Water dripped softly onto the marble floor with each step she took.
• She approached me slowly.