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me, my dear.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure I do.”
    “The bathing chamber is to your left.” He pointed to a paneled wood door. “There you can have all the privacy you want.”
    She pasted a hopeful look on her face. “You’re leaving?’
    “Sorry to disappoint you, but that’s something I need to discuss with you after your bath.”
    Great, more talking. She smothered the groan that worked its way up her throat. When would she be able to escape? Oh yeah, right. There was no escape. Even if she made it back to her room, the pesky fact remained it was still part of his palace. The town—the surrounding area, the whole country—belonged to him. She was so screwed.
    Maggie lurched from the bed, making sure to hold the blanket around her with her free hand. “Whatever.” Stalking toward the bathroom, she didn’t glance back.
    Those few seconds stretched out to what seemed like infinity, and the idea she would be in his private bath hit her. Such a space was so personal it felt wrong. Yeah, right. She’d only slept with him, but was worried about going into his bathroom?
    She’d already braved his bedroom. If she’d thought hers big, his was the penthouse of suites. Light sage green walls met a high wood-beam ceiling. What would the bathroom be like? She paused at the door and felt his gaze bore into her back. The tub would surely be sunken into the ground, just like the bathroom connected to her suite. But it had to be grander, more decadent. Just like him.
    This was it. She’d see the dragon’s cave firsthand. Or was it the lion’s den? Both sounded apt in her case. Drawing in a deep breath, she pushed open the door.
    Maggie waited for lightning to strike her down or at least for thunder to scare her silly. Nothing happened. After she shut the door, she frowned and took in her surroundings. Light gray walls and a gleaming marble floor met her gaze. Like most hard surfaces in the palace, it retained a surprising warmth. Her bare feet appreciated the fact, and she wiggled her toes against the surface before moving farther into the room.
    A few shelves and cabinets lined the perimeter of the room. A gigantic sunken tub dominated the space, and around its wide ledge, a plethora of bath oils and salts awaited her. Hopefully, the scents weren’t too male.
    She sat her clothes down on a vanity and let the blanket drop to the floor. As she walked toward the tub, Talion’s voice floated through the wall. “The ledge to the right side of the faucet has bathing toiletries suitable to your use.”
    Her hand hovered over the bottles before she selected one. As she lifted a stopper, the fragrance of wildflowers hit her. She frowned and thumped the top back home. Definitely not for a male. Did he keep those scents for his lovers who spent the night? Or were they his dead wife’s? She growled, not liking either possibility. Her fingers itched to shatter all the pretty crystal containers.
    She forced her voice to sound light and airy. “Always prepared for female company?”
    A chuckle drifted to her. “No.”
    Relief swept through her.
    “I never gave my previous lovers the honor of coming to my personal bedchamber.”
    Her previous relief plummeted straight to her toes. Did he have a hideaway somewhere in the palace for sex? The horny bastard who couldn’t keep it in h—
    “Only family and close friends are permitted in the royal wing. Even the servants who work in this section are handpicked.”
    As his words sunk in, some of her anger evaporated. So why had he brought her here? She was neither friend nor family. Family. The word flashed through her mind like a neon sign, and she cringed. They might be that now. One big, happy family. Dear Lord, was Relian her stepson? He couldn’t be. He was a trillion years older than her, but then, Talion had to have a zillion more on him.
    She slammed the door on this line of thought and returned to the significance of him bringing her to his rooms. Even though they were supposedly