Time for your punishment, Abigail.

Third POV

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With a slight push, the door closed and made a quiet screeching noise.

Henry sighed as he caught sight of Abigail sleeping peacefully on the bed, the sheets covering most of her body.

With a large careful stride, he made his way into the bathroom.

He wanted to cool off and get himself cleaned up.

After his encounter with Asher and his men, he didn't want to perceive their filthy stench on his body.

The stream of cool water cascaded over his head, sending rivulets down his neck and over his shoulders. His hair, brown and smooth as silk, fell across his face, tickling his nose and cheeks.

His clothes were scattered on the floor, lying in a carefree manner. The bathroom was suffused with a warm, blue glow, like the fading light of dusk.

He emerged from the shower, feeling cleansed and renewed. As he dried himself off, he stared down at his below, admiring it for a moment before wrapping a towel around his waist and stepping into the room.

His sculpted body was a sight to