Azriel set Elain down on the tiled shower floor, but he didn’t let her go. He reached over and turned the faucet. Warm water rained down on them. They shivered together for a few moments until their bodies warmed. Slowly, he turned up the temperature.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, how long he might have listened to the beating of her heart through the sound of the falling water. Her head was pressed against his chest, and he wondered if she were listening to his heart, too.
When they’d both stopped shivering, Elain lifted her head. “Where are we?”
Water dripped from his face and hair as he looked down at her. “My house.”
“Where is your house?”
“Just outside Velaris. In the cliffs by the sea.”