Caleb stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped at his waist and water droplets still falling from his hair. He smiled when he saw she was back, already dressed in her tank top and loose lounge pants, lying on the bed.
Taking the smaller towel he held in his hand, he began to dry his hair as he walked toward his open suitcase.
“How’d it go?” He asked.
Ashleigh took a deep breath, letting it out in a tired sigh.
“Good, I think,” she replied. “He was willing to listen to everything I said. He didn’t balk when I mentioned our Goddess actually being a Fae Queen. But then again, the infection and Alice being used to create the cure, I think he had definitely heard at least some of the story already.”
“What about the part where his long-lost sister is currently the body hosting a millennia-old Dark Queen?” Caleb asked as he rifled through his clothing.
