The hotel.
Mia Grant took a hot bath, emerging slowly after a long soak.
Hearing a noise, Felix Sinclair ended his call, turned off his phone, and looked toward the bathroom.
Mia's hair wasn't dry. Felix's brow furrowed slightly, and he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Mia asked, watching him.
"You should dry your hair before you sleep."
As he spoke, the young man had already walked over to her. He hesitated for a moment before taking her hand and leading her back the way she came.
The sound of rushing air filled her ears, but it wasn't loud.
Mia gazed at the mirror in front of her.
Felix Sinclair still had his coat on. He looked travel-worn, having rushed all the way here, and was now meticulously taking care of her.
His eyes were lowered, his expression serious and focused. He tested the temperature with his hand several times before he began to dry her hair.
"Why did you come all of a sudden? Were you still in Jynsia when I messaged you?"
