It takes an hour in the bath until I'm wrinkled like a prune to wash off the nightmare vision that Daji showed me.
Before, I felt determined to run the Wendigo Residence Inn because of my grandparents and the family legacy. But now, seeing a possible future where it might become a house of horrors, I'm not walking away from it.
I tell Daji this as we're drying off from the palatial bath, and she shrugs. "You didn't even bolt when you found out the truth about your inheritance. You knew, somehow, that it was something precious, to be protected and preserved and nurtured. I can't dry my upper back, could you please do it?"
I rub her soft golden skin. She could easily do this herself, maybe with one of her tails, but she wants me to do it. I feel like the most powerful man alive. A beautiful goddess not only towels me off, buffing me like a sports car, but I get to dry her, and I'm the only man from now on who will ever do so.
It feels great.
