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want a shower?”
    His tone was calm. She glanced at his face. All of the rage had gone out of him. He looked worn out, his fury muted to mere smoldering coals.
    â€œYes.” She hesitated. “I don’t have any clean clothes.”
    â€œThat’s a problem,” Lucas agreed. “I’m sorry about the dinner.”
    â€œThat’s okay.” His sudden calm threw her off balance. She stood still, expecting him to swing at her or maybe roar into her face.
    Lucas reached into the dresser and pulled out a white T-shirt. “That’s the best I can do for now. I’ll have something sent up from the main house in the morning.”
    She took the T-shirt. He didn’t offer her any underwear. She would be naked under it.
    â€œCome on.” Lucas pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Carved muscle bunched on his back. Nude, clothed—he could rape her at any point. Clothes wouldn’t provide much of a defense.
    He paused, his hand on the door of the bathroom. “Are you coming?”
    Not if I can help it. “I’ll wait until you’re done.”
    â€œI’ll be in here for hours,” he said. “The shower stall is enclosed. You can take your clothes off and I’ll see nothing.”
    For hours . . . Why would he be in the bathroom for hours? “I thought you needed to feed.”
    â€œI do, but I won’t be feeding for a while.”
    She followed him, despite knowing better, eager for any crumb of information. “How long is a while?”
    â€œCouple of weeks. Maybe longer. Depends on how quickly you deal with my venom.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause too much of my toxin at once will kill you.”
    She remembered his explanation from the night before. “You said your venom hurts you. Does it hurt now?”
    He nodded.
    â€œAlways?”
    Lucas looked at her. “Always. Worse after I am injured and much worse after I phase out of the attack variant. Sometimes I have seizures after phasing out.”
    If he hurt always, he would have to feed always . . . “How often do you . . .”
    As if reading her thoughts, he shrugged. “Once the optimal ratio of my venom to your hormones is reached in my blood, I’ll need to feed every three weeks to maintain it. I won’t be drinking as much as the last time. Come on. You need a shower and I need to sit down.”
    He stepped out of her way. During the day she had used the bathroom in the hallway, near the kitchen. She had assumed this one would be the same.
    A room almost as big as the bedroom itself greeted her. A dark green hot tub was sunk into the sealed wooden floor. Beyond it a shower stall stretched the entire length of the wall. Its frame matched the hot tub, but the stall itself consisted of wide, dark green panels, either glass or plastic, thick and frosted from the inside. Lucas hadn’t lied—he might be able to discern her shadow, but that was about it. To the right was another stall, which she assumed hid the toilet, next to a large sink.
    Lucas flipped a switch on the wall and the hot tub jets started, whipping the water into froth.
    The shower called to Karina. To go on and disrobe while he was in the tub was insane, but she was covered in food and his scent from the previous night still stained her skin. She could wash him off.
    Karina bit her lip and slipped past Lucas to the shower. She closed the door and saw a latch. Relief flooded her. She could lock herself in and for a few minutes pretend she was safe. She slid the latch closed and almost cried.
    The shower stall was divided into a dressing area and the shower itself, separated by a curtain. Karina dug into the pocket of her jeans and fished out the knife. The blade seemed so small compared to Lucas. If she stuck it into his back, he might not even notice. She put it on the small metal shelf next to the soap and, pulled off her clothes, dropping them into a rumpled pile on the