Victor rested with his head against the edge of the bathtub, eyes closed and arms relaxed at his sides. The water was hot enough to loosen muscles that had spent six months being broken, rebuilt, and refined almost every day. Half of his hair was gone as well; he had finally given in to Rakshasa's complaints and cut the strands that had once reached his hips. Now they ended a little below his back, still long, but far less troublesome. Rowena's ring had been left with his clothes on the other side of the bathroom. After everything the she-wolf had already been forced to hear, Victor had decided to spare her this time.
He released a long sigh as he sank a few centimeters deeper.
"This is living."
