Damien carried her into the bathroom like she weighed nothing, like she was something he had already decided to keep.

The bathroom was pure black marble and glass, the same cold, expensive aesthetic as the rest of the penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the dark city even here. Steam began to rise as soon as he turned the large rainfall shower on with one hand, still holding Aria against his chest with the other. He set her on her feet under the warm spray and finally released her.