Larissa's body jolted. She backed away automatically. But just as she had taken a step, her back was pressed up against the wet door, and her shirt was immediately drenched. The cotton fabric stuck to her skin, and it became transparent.

Kevan walked closer to her. His face became clearer in the steam.

Larissa was like a mouse that was caught by a cat. She trembled in the corner. "Don't—don't come here," she warned him ineffectively. "My ankle is fine. I don't need your help."

Kevan watched h