Chapter 15

Winter’s POV

They made me sit in a bath of fragrant water; this was moments after the ritual officially ended. I had been handed over to these women as soon as we returned from the forest, who led me to a bathhouse near a roaring waterfall. The group of women surrounded me, their hands moving to wash my body ever so carefully like they were going to erase the remnants of my time in those horrific woods. But why?

No doubt, they were working under Lordan’s orders. I wondered what he was up to next.

Had I probably been deemed unworthy of further torment by Lordan? Maybe this was yet another facet of his elaborate scheme because I found it hard to fathom the sudden gesture. Why not return me to that hellhole for a room I had been made to sleep in for tens of days?

I had expected more suffering, more pain to be inflicted on me by Lordan’s hands. Yet, to my surprise, I was greeted not by torment but by an aisle of servants.

While the pampering was ongo