*Kyros POV*

It had been a while since I’d been to an event at the bathhouse and I felt uncomfortable going into an anonymously hosted party with a woman I hardly knew, let alone liked. I didn’t need to know her or like her for her to be a distraction though.

“You look nice,” Klytia said as she hooked her arm around mine. I didn’t fight it as we walked through the front doors of the building. We were fashionably late and the bathhouse was already full of ...