"Relax," Aria whispered, running her wet fingers through his silver hair.
Damien took that instruction very, very literally.
Aria watched as Damien's long, dark eyelashes fluttered rapidly as they lowered. His chin dropped, resting heavily against his bare, broad chest.
"Damien?" Aria asked, splashing a tiny bit of water at his shoulder.
"Mmmph," Damien slurred. His head lolled slightly to the side.
Aria's eyes widened. "Okay, maybe not that relaxed. Damien, wake up. You can't sleep in the tub, you'll drown."
She reached out and carefully extracted the three silver needles, placing them back in the velvet pouch on the table.
Damien didn't even flinch. If anything, he melted further down the slanted back of the porcelain tub, his massive frame completely devoid of all muscular tension.
"Oh my god," Aria panicked, grabbing his slick, wet biceps. "Damien! Up! Let's go!"
