*Eris’ POV*

When dinner was finished, Kyros disappeared into the house. When he returned an hour later, he was in some robe made up of a patterned silk and his hair hung in loose wet curls. I wondered what his bathing room looked like. I'd never seen one in a home before.

Then Kyros came around to the other side of the bed and it dawned on me what was happening. "You're not actually sleeping in here, are you?"

He didn't answer. He simply ripped back the ...