Chapter 88

Zayan's Point of View

I could hear her humming as I walked up the stairs. A light tune followed by the sloshing of water. Eris had on some music in the background as well. Classical, something I had never thought she would listen to.

When I was still me and she was still her, we listened mainly to pop. Sometimes we would branch off into rock or techno but never for too long. Country music was also a fan favorite of hers but the moment something classical came on, I was always forced to change it.

No matter how much I enjoyed the lilting music. Or how much it reminded me of my mother.

Now here she was, laying in a tub full of water and bubbles, listening to classical music.

The water came up to about her breasts, the rest was covered in a large mountain of bubbles. Foam that lapped at her neck and collarbones. Her face was covered in a strange mask of green. In her hand was a long-stemmed wine glass filled with white wine.

For a moment I lingered in the door without alerting her t