Chapter 29

The spring was enclosed, very much like Conaan's bath house, just that it was a little smaller, and lacked a roof. Eleanor went first, and a female servant helped her get out of the dress she had come in. She then gave her a smaller dress, then a robe to cover it. Her hair was put up in a ponytail too.

She swallowed as she pulled the robe around her. She was barefoot as she walked slowly to the spring, then stopped by the edge, enjoying the many different scents and the light heat.

"Leave us."

She turned to the entrance, and Conaan was standing by it, one hand holding a glass of wine while the other adjustedge the edge of the robe. It was the same as hers, and she could see the bare skin of his chest and chiseled stomach underneath.

His eyes were fixed on hers, his hair up in a messy bun, his lips slightly parted. The scar had blended with his skin, and it now looked like something he had willingly opted for. The edge of the glass caressed his bottom lip suggestivel