Scarlett

I shook my head and stretched my hands. “Absolutely not!”

Astra didn’t even spare me a glance, she busied herself with mixing some liquid in a glass bowl. “It is tradition Scarlett.”

“Are you kidding me right now? What sort of tradition requires a grown woman to be bathed by strangers?” My voice sounded rigid, like it was being forced out. I cleared my throat, soothing it with a gulp of saliva.

“It is an honour for the chosen women to prep you, to pamper you for the mating ceremony,” Astra dismissed in a flat tone, covering the bowl with the sweet scented mixture of what seemed like herbs....