The cold water hissed as it struck the tile, creating a mist that blurred the lines between reality and a waking dream.
Enock practically carried Mileh into the master bathroom, his mind racing to find a way to neutralize the drug. He turned the handle to full cold and guided her under the spray.
The shock of the water made Mileh gasp, but the drug's heat was too deep. Her silk dress, thin and expensive, instantly became a second skin. As it soaked through, the fabric turned translucent, clinging to every curve of her body. Because she hadn't been wearing a bra, the cold water made her breasts peak sharply against the silk, their silhouette bold and inviting.
