except bath salts, and he sure as hell wasn't using them.
He was about to turn back to her when he was struck by how big the mirror over the sink was. He didn't want her to see what she looked like, because the less she knew about what had been done, the better. He covered the glass with two large towels, tucking the thick terry cloth behind the frame.
When he returned to her, she'd slid down into the water, but at least the top of the towel was still sticking to her shoulders and basically staying in place. He took hold of her under one of her arms and hitched her up, then grabbed a washcloth. The instant he started washing the side of her neck, she thrashed around, the water Page 54
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splashing up onto him. Low, panicky noises came out of her mouth, and they didn't stop even after he'd put the little towel aside.
Talk to her, you idiot.
"Bella... Bella, it's all right. You're okay."
She fell still and frowned. Then her eyes opened slightly and she started to blink a lot. When she tried to wipe at her lids, he took her hands away from her face.
"No. That's medicine. Leave it there."
She froze. Cleared her throat until she could speak. "Where... where am I?"
Her voice, groggy and hoarse as it was, sounded beautiful to him.
"You're with..." Me. "You're with the Brotherhood. You're safe."
As her glassy, unfocused eyes moved around, he leaned up to a switch on the wall and dimmed the lights.
Even though she was delirious and no doubt mostly blind from the ointment, he didn't want her to see him.
The last thing she needed to worry about was what would happen if her scars didn't heal smoothly.
When she dropped her arms into the water and braced her feet against the tub's base, he cut the faucet off and sat back on his heels. He wasn't good at touching people, so it wasn't a big surprise that she couldn't stand his hands on her. But goddamn, he had no idea what to do to relieve her. She looked miserable-way past crying and into numb agony.
"You're safe..." he murmured, though he doubted she believed it. He wouldn't have if he'd been her.
"Is Zsadist here?"
He frowned, not knowing what to make of that. "Yeah, I'm right here."
"You are?"
"Right here. Right beside you." He reached out awkwardly and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.
And then she seemed to slide into a delirium. She mumbled, making little sounds that might have been words, and jerked around. Z grabbed another towel, rolled it up, and put it under her head so she wouldn't bump it against the hard edge of the Jacuzzi.
He racked his brain for what he could do to help her, and because it was the only thing he could think of, he hummed a little. When that seemed to calm her, he began to sing softly, choosing an Old Language hymn to the Scribe Virgin, one about blue skies and white owls and green fields of grass.
Gradually Bella went lax and took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she eased back against the towel pillow he'd made for her.
As his singing was the only comfort he could give her, he sang.
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him ill. Then his eyes shifted to the skull on the floor to the left. The female skull.
"I can't allow this," Wrath said as the sound of running water got cut off in the bathroom.
"Z's not going to hurt her," Phury muttered. "Look at the way he treats her. Christ, he's acting like a bonded male."
"What if his mood changes? You want Bella on that list of females he's killed?"
"He'll hit the ceiling if we take her away."
"Tough shit-"
The two of them froze. Then they both slowly looked toward the bathroom door. The sound coming from the other side was soft, rhythmic. As if someone were...
"What the hell?" Wrath murmured.
Phury couldn't believe it either. "He's singing to her."
Even muted, the purity and beauty of Zsadist's voice were striking. His tenor had always been like that. On the rare occasions he sang, the sounds that came out of his mouth were stunners, capable of making time grind to a halt and then slide into infinity.
"God... damn." Wrath pushed his sunglasses up on to his forehead and rubbed his eyes. "Watch him, Phury.