But I don’t sleep as well as I had hoped, because my dreams are about wolves in cages, and I finally get up for a long, hot bath instead. The light floral scent of the salts I pour in float to my nose, and I lower myself into the warm water. My muscles relax as reality sinks in. I could die. And with that reality the tears come. At first I cry because my life might be over, and I’ll never get married or be a mother. But that makes way to the idea that my career was ruined by Dr. Sand, and that after all I’ve done to fix my mistake, I may not be able to save the Silver Lake wolves after all. By the time my bath is cold, I’m a snotty mess, but I clean up and climb out with the relief a good cry can lend. Even though my life is falling apart, I can’t help but be excited that I’m going to spend my evening with Esher. The slinky fabric of a light knit dress caresses my skin as I pull it on, and I smile at my reflection in the mirror when I sweep my hair up into a tousled-looking updo.
What do You think about Esher: Winter Valley Wolves #7?
