Rowena POV
I fill the bathtub with warm water and gesture for Mason to get inside. He raises his eyebrows at me, and a smirk spreads across his lips.
"I am not getting in there without you," Mason smiles.
I look at Mason's bloodied body and cringe. "No, for two reasons. Firstly, you are covered in blood. Secondly, we have a guest waiting on us out there."
Mason lets out a frustrated sigh and slowly dips his body into the bathtub. He hisses as the water touches the opened wounds on his body. I grab a rag and carefully wash the blood from his body. Mason wiggles uncomfortably with each pass of the rag. The teeth marks on his shoulders are slowly healing, and the blood has stopped oozing from the wounds.
By the time I am done washing him clean, the water is stained red and has turned cold. "I can get myself out," Mason says with a sad smile. "Why don't you go ahead and meet with our guest?"