Casaio slumped onto the bed, his head resting back against the headboard. The damp strands of his hair, still glistening from his recent shower, caught the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand, casting soft shadows on his face.
Zilia entered the room in a silk robe that hugged her curves, the fabric shimmering slightly as she moved. She carried two glasses of wine, her steps deliberate and slow.
"You were in San Ravendale for more than a day. I thought you'd be back sooner. Gabriel isn't exactly the type to host for long," she said, handing him one of the glasses.
"I wasn't staying in his mansion," Casaio answered, accepting the glass. He took a slow sip before letting the stem of the glass rest between his fingers, still lost in thoughts.
Zilia climbed onto the bed from the other side and settled beside him, tilting her head as she observed his face. "Did he throw another tantrum?"
"He always does," Casaio muttered.
