A chill raced down her spine as heavy footsteps entered the room.
River froze.
A deep, gravelly voice rumbled through the space.
"You’re awake so early."
Her entire body locked up as she turned, her heart slamming against her ribs.
There he stood.
Prince Heiko.
His massive frame filled the doorway, his piercing dark grey eyes locking onto her with an unreadable expression. His dark, messy hair framed a face that was both lethal and stunning, a sharp contrast between power and quiet danger.
He wore a loose black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal the muscular forearms littered with battle scars. His mere presence sucked the air from the room.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, his gaze flickered towards the untouched bath.
"You should use it," he murmured, his voice low a
