“Mellow, get in here,” Zeath groans from the bathroom, while I’m sat in bed with the hope that he would get out of there earlier so I can fucking clean his wounds and sleep.

“What now?” I drawl as I crawl out of bed.

“Get in here. Please I need a towel.”

“Why didn’t you grab it before going in?”

“I thought it was in here.”

Oh, well. Do I have a choice?

I retrieve a folded towel from the wardrobe before heading to the bathroom, only to fucking see Zeath standing in the ...