Rozel's mouth fell open, but she quickly recovered and walked over to stand next to Damon. In the picture before them was a couple with their ancestors. The paint and style of the portrait resembled the classical medieval use of lighting and paint. Rozelin looked back and looked at the sign that read:
First Alpha King and Queen of the Silver Crescent Swarm:
Alpha Mathias Cross and Luna Amelia Cross.
1549.
There was no doubt that Amelia was his ancestor; they looked the same. Amelia's facial features were sharp and very pale, even with the dark light and matte paints used. Apart from her shiny white hair, which she gathered in a half ball, she was the one that stood out the most. Rozelin moved a little closer to assess them, and they were crystal blue, but it looked like they had another color in them.
Roselin tiptoed to observe more. Amelia had brown spots in her eyes. The artist did a great job capturing them and putting so much detail into his art. So that's what Gabriel meant? His eyes were more abnormal than his own.
He couldn't help turning his head from side to side. The painting also captured a harshness, a coldness in Amelia's striking features, as if she were strict or calculating.
"Is this the person your vampire friend knew?"
Rozelin jumped in place and walked away from the painting. His eyes do not leave the image in front of him. He forgot that Damo was in the room with him; He didn't even know how because the ligament felt like a tied rope that wound around his stomach and was constantly pulling him to be closer to her. Along with the small scar, a partial scar on his collarbone, it was an eternal reminder of who he belonged to.
"I think that Gabriel called me Amelia when we first met…" She replied, her eyes still studying the painting.
Amelia wore a dark red dress with long sleeves that almost brought out her fair skin and pale hair more, her little tiara dazzling with blue stones. By his side, Mathias wore a black tunic and gold-patterned jacket over the sleeves, and wore a golden crown on his head of short curly raven hair. There were small wrinkles in the corner of her dark blue eyes that showed she was older than Amelia, or they were laugh lines, something Amelia couldn't see doing with that cold look.
Rozelin shuddered after looking at Amelia's face.
Damon said, "How well do you think they know each other?" He shook his head thinking.
Rozelin looked up from the painting and turned her head to Damon, "What do you mean?"
"Rozelin, I think your friend is up to something. Why would a pureblood vampire in particular do that?"
"Wait… wait. Wait," Rozelin rubbed her temples, the shadows beneath her. her eyes widen, "What is a pure blood vampire? Please, try to explain more.. I feel like my head is going to explode."
She knew that Rozel was getting moody and emotional; She felt her eyes welling up as she was frustrated that she didn't understand something basic and needed Damo to spell everything out for her. Fatigue does that to people. Malia agreed with him; Rozelin could feel her wolf's bubbling aggression very close to the surface, and there was nothing to be angry about.
Damon ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it even more, but pulling it away from his face, "Maybe we should go to bed for now. We can talk later."
"No," said Rozelin stubbornly. Damon raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with joy, "tell me now and we can go to bed later."
Damon reached out and hugged her, instantly melting his stern stance. His head was against his chest and he could feel the steady beating of his heart and he could feel the heat radiating from him, almost tempting him to sleep there and then in his arms. Damon pressed his face to the side of his neck before answering,
"I mean.. Gabriel might be a very close friend of Amelia, maybe a lover."
Roselin immediately withdrew. and sought his eyes that reflected the seriousness behind his expression. Her forehead wrinkled, "But she was mated with the Alpha King..." Rozelin turned her head and checked her name, "To Mathias Cross."
"Before you became Mathias, anything could have happened. Just like you had boyfriends before me."
Rozel's eyes narrowed, a wave of paranoia ran through her, "How do you know I've had boyfriends before you?" She put her hands on her hips, though she felt paranoid.
"My God, Rozelin. That was a guess. You're 23. I didn't expect you to be with anyone before me." His voice finally broke, his features flashing with pain, and he was trapped inside. in the blink of an eye.
"I mean… I could have been single…." Rozelin started and stopped when she saw him looking meaningfully at her. She swallowed and covered her face, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she muttered quietly, "but Amelia looks the same age as me, maybe even younger? Back then, it wasn't appropriate to have a relationship other than your husband. Or, in this case... her friend? "
"I'm sure that didn't stop the people..." Damon groaned while playing with the zipper of his jacket.
did not agree.
That's right…" Rozelin sighed, remembering the longing in Gabriel's eyes and the pained look she had given him the first time they met. Maybe Damon was right. But what would he gain from helping him? His mind was content with the idea that he was doing it out of friendship.
"What did you mean by a vampire being pureblood?" She asked.
"It's just a term they use for royals. It means a pure-blooded vampire. He was born a vampire. He wasn't created by turning a human into a vampire." Damon explained.
"Oh, I see. Okay, I guess that's the exploration I want to do tonight. I feel like a walking zombie." Rozelin finally yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.
Damon chuckled and lifted her in bridal style.
"Hey," squeaked Rozelin, "I didn't mean you had to carry me."
"Are you really complaining?" Damon's head is tilted so that their faces are close together, his cheeks a rosy tint.Rozelin also blushed a little; her every move sent vibrations to him, and all he could feel were the tight muscles under his clothes. This little detail seemed to awaken his body. It was like throwing cold water on his face, but it wasn't water, it was a flame burning at his waist.
"Hmm, if we want to sleep, I suggest you put me down." Rozelin bit her lip and stared at his devilishly handsome features and dark silver orbs that seemed to go right into her. The look in their eyes was irresistible, and if he kept looking at them, he would yield to what they both wanted. But their body wouldn't take it, maybe just hers?
Rozelin had the feeling that he was going to beat her too hard to let her walk for a week. He needed to make sure he had slept eight hours, had food in his body and water with him, that was ready to crash.
Damon chuckled and let him down as they stepped back into the hallway. Rozelin leaped forward, putting some distance between them with her slightly renewed sexual energy. But it suddenly stopped. Another door next door was padlocked and covered in cobwebs for years, which caught his attention.
"Rozelin.... you wanted to sleep.."
His eyes were locked. They were literally underground, far from anyone discovering such items unless they were in his blood. So, what should parents or ancestors hide? From the look of the door, it looked like no one had opened the door for a long time.
"Rozelin…" Damon knew that look; He sighed, he didn't even have to ask if he wanted to come in. Instead, she said, "This is the last room we checked before bed."
He looked at his phone and said, "It's four o'clock. If it hadn't been for the slaughter of the herd last night, we'd still be up for practice. And no excuses are allowed."
Rozelin nodded, but was excited to see what was behind the door. Damon put his phone aside and grabbed a torch from the wall, waving them through the nets. Rozelin jumped after Damon after she saw a giant spider move away.
Damon laughed, "You're still afraid of spiders, huh?"
Rozelin was taken back by her question. It was surreal that she knew him as a child. He would ask more about their growth later. But for now, he wanted to see what was behind the mysterious door and then go to bed.
❤
Damon continued to use the torch to pull the cobwebs out of the way. He stood behind Rozel, watching expectantly; He felt like Indiana Jones in search of treasure or antiquities, whatever that whipped perverted professor was doing. She weighed the rosé on both feet and decided if Damon looked good in the hat.
"Damon with the hat and the whip.. Hmm, Indiana Jones is very good.." Malia chuckled.
"I know who to pick. Damon is definitely sexier..." she muttered as Rose's eyes locked on the door, which was equipped with a silver padlock.
Damon finished removing the cobwebs and spiders escaping to the ceiling. He trembled again and then reached out to touch the padlock; He hissed in pain and withdrew his hand.
"What did you do this for?!" Damon snarled and took her hand and turned it to see his cheek skin slowly healing.
"I wanted to check if it was pure silver…" Rozelin grimaced and scowled at her fingers.
Damon looked at her in surprise, "I'm pretty sure it's silver. I wouldn't even try to check!"
Rozelin looked up at her sturdy features, "But why is there silver in a house full of werewolves?" What was his family hiding?
Damon narrowed his eyes at the door, "I guess we'll find out. Wait." Grumbling about how troublesome her rosé was, she ran down the hall and went out of her way to hurt herself. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms,
He came back with a shotgun in his hand. Rozelin said, "Sorry.. What do you hope to do with it?"
"Fire the lock…" Damon glanced into the barrel before drawing the gun and aiming at the padlock.
Rozelin pulled back and covered her ears, "Are you sure this works? I feel like movies are that kind of fake..."
BANG!
Hearing the gunshot, he jumped to the scene. He unearthed a memory of the gunshots of the night the hunter had attacked the mansion and the night he had eluded them a month earlier. The padlock opened and fell to the ground; other parts of the door also had bullet holes from the shotgun.
Damon raised the gun as he hesitantly walked towards the door; With a quick kick, the door opened. Tension filled the air of the sinister presence in the dark room. They held their breath, waiting for something to splash on them. When Rozelin jumped nothing against them, she walked forward against the antenna's grumbling requests and entered the door frame.
The moment his foot passed through the entrance, torches lit the walls along with the wooden chandelier filled with candles. Cobwebs were woven into parts of the torches and chandelier, which allowed Roselle to look up at the high ceilings in case a spider decided to land on her. She stopped and looked at the room made of stone; There was a chill in the room, and a chill ran down his spine. The arched ceilings were supported by pillars, and the sound of rippling flames and dripping water was all that could be heard in an otherwise quiet room.
Damon was behind him now, hands still on the shotgun, but pointing down beside him. Roselin stood out; his eyes were now fixed on a raised stone coffin at the far end of the room. He frowned as he approached, his hand reaching for her, but Damon slapped him. She looked at him, confused.
"Don't touch anything, Rozelin. Have you ever watched an adventure movie?" Ante scolded. Rozelin bit her lip, suppressing a chuckle. This was the first time Antenna saw him look normal, like your casual handsome man who likes to watch movies without the weight of a pack or two on his shoulders.
He raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay. I just want to see who's inside. And why was this place locked?"
Rozelen continued forward and looked at the stony coffin:
Here lies Amelia Cross, the Queen.
That was it; There were no other inscriptions on the tomb. Opposite Amelia's tomb was this exact engraving of Mathias:
Here lies Mathias Cross, father, the great King.
The tension in Rozelin's shoulders eased and she sighed, "Well, that was disappointment. What's in there?"
Rozelin pointed her chin to another door adjoining the room. This too was covered in cobwebs and a silver padlock. Ante removed the cobwebs with his shotgun before detonating another set of bullets into the lock. He kicked the door open and this time walked straight ahead. He followed Rosel and looked at her broad back, another tomb in the middle, but the top of it seemed to be broken.
Debris was scattered on the ground. Rozelinin crept forward beside Damon as she glanced around the room before her eyes fell on the skeleton lying in the tomb. Rozelin rolled her eyes, as if she would find something else in the tomb.
Damon studied the walls, where some shelves appeared to be glued to the wall, along with the dusty books. As Rozelin approached the tomb, she lifted her eyes from the handprint and looked at the rubble on the floor. Unlike the tombs of his ancestors in the other room, this room had some inscriptions carved into the stone, although fragmentary. While parts were missing, it only seemed to be part of a name: Cass
Frowning, Cass? The abbreviation for this is could it be? Who was this? Why are they more incarcerated than Amelia and Mathias? There were also rusted chains on the floor, as if the tomb wasn't enough to keep a dead person inside.
"Weren't they dead? Maybe they were buried alive?" Malia suggested. Rozelin's eyebrows rose, and she blinked slowly, thinking about what might have happened in the past.
"But if they're sealed in a stone tomb... something they can't lift... Unless they're werewolves..." Rozelin walked away, examining the inside of the tomb as she approached. and finding even more chains at the bottom where the skeleton's feet lay.
She sighed and muttered loudly, "These chains must have been wrapped around this person.. There's no way they're getting out of this.."
❤
Damon walked back to her; "What do you think happened?" she asked.
Rozel's eyes wandered over the tomb, "I think anyone here has fled."
Damon frowned, tilting his head to the side, "But there's a skeleton there."
"Correct. But I think this person made the mistake of coming here and was changed to a body there. Look, the chains remain. From his feet there is a bloody handprint on the top of this tomb," said Rozelin.
"Okay, detective…then what?" He asked; his voice was humorous. She looked up at him and saw a glow of fun glowing behind her silver orbs.
Rozelin chuckled and shrugged, "I don't know! I wasn't there! It just seems a little suspicious. But anyway, it happened centuries ago, so I'm not worried."
Damon chuckled, "Okay, I guess, now that we've checked out the spooky room that's actually a cellar under your mansion.. It's bedtime."
"Yes, I'm happy with this choice. Take the lead!" Rozelin clapped her hands excitedly to soon get under the covers and hug her Alpha. He followed her through the cold, eerie cellar, and he felt much better after closing the door behind him. Damon put the rifle back in the broken glass case, took her hand, interlocked his fingers, and led her to another corridor.
"Where are we going? Isn't the exit the same as we came?" He asked, cheering up seeing many of the underground secret chambers, but also feeling his eyes begin to droop. Maybe he was taking her to one of the rooms her mother used.
"There are several exits. This one is faster," Damon's deep voice echoed down the dark hallway, with two torches lit before them as they ascended a long slope.
More like a hill!
Rozelin bent her knees too much and muttered to herself how she would prefer the stairs. Damon's fingers clasped their own, silencing his whining as they approached a locked door; He looked at her expectantly. His eyes darted from the entrance to her, wondering what to do when there were no instructions.
"Are we going to stop here?" He raised his hand towards the door.
Damon nodded, "He needs your blood to get out."
"Sorry, what? I'm not going to keep stabbing myself to get in and out of this dam area!" Rozelin cried out in disbelief, but she still put her hand on the cobweb doorknob.
He grimaced as a thick, black spider dispersed, and the palm of his hand was suddenly cut off. The sound of the locks being opened indicated that the door was now open. He pushed the door open, revealing Damo's office. My rosé walked with a wrinkled forehead. Damon closed the bookcase behind him and he went back to the bookcase, putting his hands on the wall to check for a door. But it didn't detect any of them.
"Did you know that all along?!" ' Rozelin asked in amazement. He didn't know why, but he was getting dramatic from lack of sleep. He wiped his clean, not bloody hand on one of his dry eyes.
"I did it," the Baritone voice boomed through him as he folded his arms and exposed his bulging biceps. Now, he wouldn't mind her carrying it; maybe she could sleep in his arms.
Rozelin didn't notice that her eyes were wandering over Damon's arms, and she wasn't responding to something he had said. Damon chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "Rozelin… Rozelin…"
"Hmm?" He sighed like a dream.
Damon ran towards her and swept her off her feet so she was like a bride in his arms once again, "Better?"
"A lot," he said, leaning against his chest. And within seconds, his body relaxed and he took a long, deep breath. Damon nodded, he was really tired and couldn't blame him. It had been a very long night when parts of her memories came back to her.
He carried it effortlessly through the mansion as if it weighed like a feather. After climbing the stairs, she stopped and frowned, "It's normally Rozel's job to defy order. I hope it's not very clear," Her deep voice whipped in her mind - a connection to the man standing in the shadows.
Frank walked over to her and bowed, "Sorry, Alpha. I was just getting the Rosette back."
Damon felt his stomach knot in knots and the fire burning in his body; Darius snarled in his mind, wanting once again to claim his own salivary fire with a simple bite to his collarbone. His fangs began to grow but Damon regained control and Frank squinted, "As you know. Rozelin is my friend and I will always protect her. If she's with me, then she's in the safest place possible." His voice was low and icy.
Frank hung his neck even more and lowered his face, "No disrespect to you, Alpha. What if he's not with you? I know he's stronger than me and the others, but... Darren can't be trusted to keep him safe." He hurriedly said his last words, waiting as if he were about to be beaten by the almighty Alpha before him.
Damon's lips curled into a smile, "You're right."
Frank looked at her in surprise.
"Let's talk about your role in this pack later. I might have a proposition for you," Damon continued;
He turned away without waiting for an answer.
"Sure! Call me anytime, I'll be there!"
Damon chuckled, "As I expected you to be."
Damon opened the door to their room and carefully laid Rozelin on the bed. Her hair was spread over the covers, and she couldn't help but pull a piece of it out of the way. He remembered the first time they met; He still found her fascinating even then, save for the distress of a young boy over a younger boy. But as she did as a child, she tied it to the color of her hair and eyes; Even then it was extraordinary.
The first time she saw him transform into a wolf, he was impressed, such a small wolf to go with his inner child. After seeing Rozelini as a wolf, this only made her want to become a faster wolf. Terribly, he learned that the average age to get your wolf is in your mid-teens.
However, after the rosin was taken for protection, Damon was determined to take the former. He promised to protect her, and he needed to be stronger than a 12-year-old could deliver.
With this determination, he took Darius at the age of 14. The pain was immense, unlike anything he had dealt with before, especially at the age of 14, but since then, he had been bred and trained to be the youngest werewolf ever. Join the warriors in the herd whose father is in charge until it's time to take over.
Damon shook his head. He was diving into the past when he should have been resting beside his princess. But just as these thoughts were running through her head, Rozel's eyes suddenly opened and she disappeared into the striking hues of the blue pools that were her eyes. He smiled meekly before getting up.
"Where do you think you're going?" He tried to grab her by the waist, but as always, when he wanted to, he acted quickly and ran into the bathroom.
"I should at least wash my hair," he said with a squeak.
Damon walked into the bathroom to find her staring in the mirror, hands on her face, shocked by her appearance. Rozelin looked tired, but to him she still looked beautiful. He took off his jacket and handed it to her, bending slowly to take off his sneakers and then his strappy top.
A growl echoed in the bathroom, causing the rosé to stare at Damon's reflection in the mirror and see her eyes darken as she stared at his nearly naked body, but she returned with burning desire in her eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, Damon. I'm serious. I'm going to take a quick shower, clean the blood from my hair, and then get in bed." Her hands were on her hips as Rozelin glared at him. Still, Alpha felt her lips betray her and twitch in a small smile as she stepped forward and wrapped her hands around her stomach, and softly whispered in her ear.
"Then let's take a shower," he whispered.
❤
From the touch of the antenna's hands and the closeness of her body to hers, a shudder exploded in Rozel's body. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and was amazed that even now this man was her husband. With her gaze fixed on his, she began to undo her jeans and slowly pulled them down, revealing her thong. Ante's gaze darkened again, she lifted her eyes from his and looked down at her body, stepping back with appreciation that filled her features.
After tossing his dirty jeans aside, Damon turned his face towards him and, as if it were a sign, he slowly took off his shirt and threw it on the floor. His gaze drifted to her sculpted chest and he couldn't resist but dropped a few kisses on her breasts and followed his lips down the ripples of his abs. She felt herself gasping sharply as Rozelin began to unbutton her jeans.
"Rozelin, if you want to sleep soon, I'll come over here and turn on the shower," Damo's muffled voice growled; She lifted herself back and her hands went to her butt, squeezing roughly as her face looked like she was in pain as she let go. Rozelin smiled and went to the shower and turned on the faucet.
He took off his thong and threw it at Damo's chest with a come-over smile; A low growl rippled from his tense chest as he made his way towards her. Rozelin bit her lip and stepped back until the waterfall was under the shower head, the warm water hitting her head and shoulders like a masseuse, undoing the knots in her muscles.
Rozelin looked at him from head to toe, causing him to pause to appreciate the view; His eyes lingered on a certain hard muscle between his legs for a very long time. She unconsciously licked her lips and stared into the spinning molten silver eyes of the antenna.
A grin twitched on her lips, "Hmm, I guess you're just using me for my body, rosélin."
Rozelin chuckled as she leaned him softly against the cool black marble wall, placing her hands on either side of her head and placing her in the cage.
"Alpha Damon, I think you want me to do this," she said. He replied playfully as his hand slowly moved towards his lower region. The moment his finger touched the end of his shaft, Damon grabbed her hand and kissed it to soften the blow of his harsh movement. His eyes now turned to the blood that was covering the water towards the sewer. Blood flowed from her hair. He took a deep breath and stepped back.
"Come," he commanded softly. Rozelin automatically stepped forward; His lips pouted to follow orders, rather than what he had planned to do. Damon smiled at her boredom and took his face in his hands as they were both sprayed with water. His hair was stuck to his face and neck, and drops of water clung to his long eyelashes as water dripped down his beard, revealing his sharp features.
"Let me take care of you, Rozelin. You've had a long night," she said softly; Rosalina's eyes widened slightly at her sweet words as she reached for the shampoo bottle on the side. For one, it was "coincidentally" her favorite brand.
"Turn around," the voice of the antenna alone made your wife twitch. Rozelin turned, turning her face away from him, and felt her large fingers gently lather the shampoo on her head. He closed his eyes to the feel of her fingers and unconsciously began to move his head towards areas that felt incredible. Damo's fingers were magical, massaging the top of his head. He was so magical that a small groan escaped his lips.
She chuckled as Damon freed her from her spell and began running the shampoo around her waist. When she was done and allowed the water to wash the foam from her hair, she began massaging her neck and shoulders, tilting her head down slowly, releasing a small "ohhhh", "ahhhhh".
What did he do to deserve this!? If it continues, it will definitely fall asleep right then and there.
Damon freed her from her massage and started applying the conditioner. When that disappeared with the help of her hand, which was softly combing the rest of her hair, she grabbed her hips and twisted it back. Rozelin opened her eyes again and looked at him through her lashes; She could see her eyes sparkling with amusement, her lips curling into a small smile. Damon squirts some soap into his hands as Rozelin continues to stare into her eyes.
The rosélin was so consumed by the swirling melt that it began to glow in two bright orbs and paid no attention to Damo's activities. He gasped when he felt his hands touch his chest and come down. Her eyes widened as she softly and irresistibly gently rubbed her plump breasts; Her thumbs circled around her pink buds, causing her to moan and throw her head back.
But he sneered and gently stroked her stomach and kneaded her waist before lowering her hand to her stomach. Her lips parted and met his eyes again, watching her darken as her whole hand slowly rubbed her up and down, but again, she moved too fast. Damon tried to wash the insides of his thighs and tucked his butt before going downstairs and cleaning his feet.
While she started to caress his cheek slowly, Rozelin bit her lip in frustration. At this thought of Rozelin, her eyebrows rose; She hadn't thought she'd really wash it properly.
His stomach warmed when he saw her bending over and washing her feet; She looked up and met his gaze, a look that warmed and moistened her. Damon stood up again and grabbed her by the hips and turned her around again. He barked a little at this quick movement, kneading first his back and then his bottom, before moaning again at his hands. He pulled some of his hair aside, threw it to one side of his face, and began to gnaw at his neck.
The next thing she felt was running her hand down her butt cheeks, reaching the front of her core, and slowly inserting her finger into her entrance, "Hmm, she's always so ready for me," she whispered in his ear, "but I'm just making sure it's clean, roséline." His finger went all the way in and curled up, causing the woman to rest her head on his chest, ignoring the water running down her face. His eyes are already closed. But after he flipped his finger in and out at a slow pace a few more times, he stopped, pulled his finger away, and walked away.
"It's over," he said in an infuriatingly innocent voice. His heavy breathing turned into a groan, and he suddenly turned to where he was.
"No, Alpha," he teased, "it's time to clean you up."
His face lit up with an evil smile and Damon grinned, "If that's what you want. But our bed is waiting for us."
Rozelin's shower gel was in her hand, and she squeezed the bottle and lathered before patting her breast. without taking his eyes off hers in small circular motions, "I think you need to clean up before you go to bed. We don't want those sheets to get dirty."
He grinned again at his words and watched intensely as his hands stroked his chest, kneading his eight lozenges and lingering in the "V" lines that caused him to suck his breath sharply. Rozelin knew he was sensitive there and loved to see her cock twitch every time she stroked him.
"You know, she won't hide if you keep looking at her," Rozel looked up to see Damon's eyebrows raise in amusement. He squinted at her; He wasn't about to give her the pleasure of coming to her, it was just a nice teasing as she did to him. After all, they had to go to bed right away.
Her eyes locked on his, she smiled slyly and clasped her hand up to the tip of her neck. A low growl came from his chest, prompting him to not only touch it but climb over it. His core moistened again, and she licked her lips from the dryness in her throat.
Rozelin slid her hand further down, barely touching her shaft, and gladly watched the little sighs at her tender touch. It seems that even though they arrived early in the evening, their longing for each other had not gone away and it just burned more inside them. Finally, he wrapped his hand around her shaft and began slowly pumping it longitudinally up and down.
His eyes still locked and watching her darken again, he couldn't resist and slammed his lips against hers, raising the speed of his hand a little, running his thumb over the end of his shaft, almost melting when he felt her touch. before ejaculation. He bit his lip and she backed away, satisfied with his disappointment. Rozelin let go of it and raised her thumb to her mouth and sucked on the little cream without taking her eyes off hers.
Rozelin grinned and stepped out of the shower, grabbed her towel and didn't look back at her snarling wife.