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Elliot sighed; he slightly rose from the water surface—about his chest level—and the water soon cascaded against his skin, leaving a trail of glimmers on his chest. Elbows propped against the ceramic rim of the bathtub as he arched his neck from the dream he had just now.
A wave of dizziness upended his head for worse, making him knead on his temple, even for a short time.
'Damn, should I work out again? I can't forget about that night—' A light groan blurted out from his parted lips.
That time, Anasthasia unleashed the worst side, which he never wanted to taste from such wrath.
'On the night of the third week of the month… Isn't that next week?' He shut his eyes as he tried to recall the information he got from Kain. 'We must prepare by then.'
One last time, his chest dropped from a huff before he got out of the tub. The water slowly ran out cold after all the lathe and aroma had gone by the wind completely.
