Siege

Chapter 268 – Noelle POV

The bathroom is warm, scented with rose oil and something sharper—amber, maybe. The tiles beneath my bare feet are still damp from steam, and I leave faint prints as I walk out into the bedroom, wrapped loosely in a robe.

The light from the tall standing lamp catches on the polished glass of the mirror. I sit before it, hair damp against my shoulders, and begin the slow process of oiling and untangling it.

My fingers move through the strands with practiced ease, letting the scent of lavender oil rise with every stroke.

That's when I catch it.

A flicker of light across the collar at my throat.

I glance down.