Garrick said, pulling her against his chest. That thought tore through him. Steam from the hot shower swirled around them. Ramon stroked her back with a bath puff foamy with coconut-and-lime gel, while Garrick rubbed her skin with his hands to bring back the warmth. “I hated not getting to you sooner.” “Bastian was right,” Ramon said. “If we had charged into Lazaro’s place without the slayers and the Guild, Larissa could’ve been harmed. The safety of all the residents of New Hope and Lambertville, including the Guild, could’ve been at risk.” “She can take care of herself anyway,” Garrick said, his voice edged with pride. “Did you see how she swung that weapon?” Her courage and strength overwhelmed him. “No, I was busy. I’d like to next time.” “I hope there won’t be a next time,” Larissa added. “Why would Anja join Lazaro’s clan? She did turn away in the end and help me, but I don’t understand why she got involved in the first place.” Garrick stroked her breasts that were slick with soap.
