Chapter 42
Rhydian carried Seraphina into the inn, ignoring her weak protests that she could walk. He wasn't about to risk it. She needed rest, and he would make damn sure she got it.
By the time they reached their room, she had already fallen asleep in his arms. He had asked for the best they had, and it didn't disappoint—spacious, with a large bed, a bathroom, and even fresh clothes. The air was cool, the window curtains swaying gently, making it the perfect place for her to recover.
But Rhydian barely noticed any detail of the room. His focus was solely on the woman in his arms.
Her skin was still streaked with blood, her clothes damp and torn. She needed to be cleaned up.
His throat bobbed.
His gaze lingered on the curve of her lips, the way her damp hair clung to her face. His grip on her tightened for a brief second before he exhaled sharply and carried her toward the bathroom.
The bath was already filled with warm water.