The arousal was shameful and involuntary and made absolutely no logical sense, and it was there regardless, coiled low in her stomach alongside the shock, the two things existing in completely contradictory parallel the way they had since the warehouse.
She heard the shower run.
She heard it stop.
She heard his footsteps in the hallway.....unhurried, measured....and then the bedroom door opened and Dimitri came in.
He'd changed his shirt. His hair was damp. The blade was gone. But there was still a faint darkness at his jawline that might have been shadow and might not, and his eyes when they found her on the edge of the bed were sharp and assessing and already knew everything.
He crossed the room and crouched in front of her, bringing himself to her eye level, his forearms resting on his knees.
"Look at me," he said.
She looked at him.
"Tell me where you are."
"I'm...." Her voice came out smaller than she intended. She cleared her throat. "I'm okay."
