The private pool bath was the only place Adrian found real peace within himself.
Here, beneath three feet of steaming 'healing' water, the world was reduced to the heavy, rhythmic thud of his own pulse. He submerged himself completely, letting the dark water swallow his chin, his nose, until his eyes were level with the pristine, obsidian surface. The steam rose around him like thick, grey smoke, clinging to the mirrored walls and the high, vaulted stone ceiling.
In the silence, Adrian tracked the day backward.
He started with his mother and how they hadn't had time to re visit her again with issues concerning his bloodline. Since fainted last time maybe it was best to give her space right now. Maybe she come up on her own.
