Chapter 1891 A Sense of Safety

• Inside the raw-stone depot, the air hung thick, suffocating. Sweat clung to Finnegan's skin in salty rivulets. When the last inspection ended, he surrendered to a cleansing shower that hissed over him like midnight rain.
• Moments later, he stepped out, a single white towel knotted around his waist, steam ghosting from the bathroom behind him.
• He swung the door wider—and froze. Eunice stood waiting on the threshold, clothed in little more than audacity and two well-placed strips of silk that clung to her as though by prayer.