Beth sat back on the other side of the tub and watched Robert get out. He smiled cheekily, raising an eyebrow at her as he wrapped a towel around his waist. He reached out his hands to her and she took them. Robert pulled her out of the bath, a towel at the ready. He wrapped it around her body, caressing her shoulders when he’d finished. He led her back into the bedroom and sat her on the bed.
“Lie down and I’ll be back in a minute,” he whispered in her ear.
She did as he said and he left the room. Lying down on the mattress, she sighed contentedly. The sun was setting and she wished she could spend every day like this. After a few minutes, she heard Robert coming back upstairs. He put a mug down on her bedside table. The smell identified it as hot chocolate.
Beth grinned. “Oh, I really do love you.”
“I love you too.”
Beth pulled herself into a sitting position and picked up the mug. Taking a sip of the liquid, it was perfect. Robert lay down next to her.
“You might want to pack a bag for tomorrow night,” he said.
“Later,” she replied. “Robert, thank you for today. It’s been wonderful.”
“Anytime, agnello,” he whispered, planting a kiss on her cheek.
In the dark, Beth snuggled up to Robert even more. They were both still wearing the towels, the moisture leaking into the mattress and the pillows. Beth didn’t care at the moment. She was just comfortable in Robert’s arms.
“What does Rosalyn look like?” she asked, half-asleep.
“Why?” he replied calmly.
“I’d like to know what my potential murderer looks like.”
“There’s nothing ‘potential’ about it; I’m simply not going to let her touch you. And neither are Daniel and Ibby. But she has red hair, like her mother’s, but it’s a lot shorter and wavy. Her eyes are a luminous green and she looks about nineteen or so.”
“Can she change her form too?”
“She can’t look like another humanoid. None of us can. But yes, she can become an animal.”
“And we have a month before she can do anything?”
“Isabella seems positive but I’m not so sure; her father was human. A special human, yes, but a human none the less. Rosalyn may have some demonic strength but she is still half human.”
“But you’re stronger than she is?” Beth asked.
“Physical strength means nothing if there is leverage involved.”
“Me,” Beth breathed.
“Yes. That’s what I assumed.”
“But what does she want?”
“I’m not sure. Vengeance against me, I would assume.”
“What kind of vengeance?” Beth asked, worried.
“I don’t know. We’ll see.”
Beth tightened her arms around Robert as if she could protect him. Robert ran his fingers through her now-dry hair. With his hand on the small of her back, he pushed her against him, trying to reassure her that he wasn’t going anywhere. Somehow, she wasn’t completely convinced.