Windows rattled as the ice-chilly winter breeze came inside the room. It whispered incoherent eerie words. The ever-busy streets of Swamp Creek seemed to have finally gone quiet. It was very late.
The candle lights flickered disturbed by the breeze. It was very quiet and peaceful.
She shuddered as soon as the cold breeze from the window grazed her skin. How long has she been in the tub? Did she fall asleep? she wondered. The water dipped as soon as she was out and her eyes fell on the side profile of his face. The second time she was seeing it without a mask.
Cedric sat her on the dressing stool and wrapped her with a towel that was folded on the dressing table. "What were you thinking about falling asleep in a bath in the middle of winter? Did you forget your poor tolerance for cold?" He berated her, but weirdly, his voice was not harsh.
