Once the house was tidied up, Maurice immediately urged Marcus to take Emma, Silas, and the others to rest. Even though Marcus now knew his father's injuries had been faked, he traded a few beast cores with Silas for some Beast God Flowers and tossed them to Maurice before leaving. When they arrived at Marcus' home, Emma was pleasantly surprised. The place was warm and inviting. Mountains and a stream surrounded the area, and a small waterfall cascaded into a clear pool surrounded by bright, delicate flowers. Not far from the water stood his house, a cozy three-story villa with white walls adorned with hanging plush toys. Beside it were a seesaw, a merry-go-round, and all sorts of playground equipment. It looked more like a theme park than a warrior's home, a complete opposite of the gloomy, underworld-style room he'd lived in before. Corvin stared at Marcus in disbelief, not expecting it. "Marcus, I didn't know you had such taste in decor." Marcus pressed his lips together, looking a little embarrassed. "My parents set this place up when I was little. I stopped living here after my powers started getting out of control." He had truly loved it back then. "I like it too," Emma said with a smile. "When we go back, let's redo the manor. We'll turn it into something that suits our taste." After taking a good look around Marcus' childhood home, Emma felt exhausted. Since everyone knew Silas was about to become her mate, no one fought over her, allowing Silas to keep her company. Marcus arranged for Emma to stay in the room on the third floor. It was the largest room in the house. Though not as lavish as her room back at the manor, it was still comfortable. Everything inside had been replaced with new furnishings as instructed by the Grand Elder.As soon as Emma entered, she leaned against Silas. "I'd like a bath," she murmured, her voice languid, colored with the longing she'd carried the past few days. "I'll carry you," Silas said softly. He lifted her with care, glanced around the room, and walked toward the bathroom. Inside, he gently set her down on the edge of the tub, where soft towels had been laid out. In his arms, Emma was like a lazy kitten. Her legs hung loosely, most of her weight still resting against him, unwilling to let go. "Hold on, Emma. It'll be ready soon." Silas bent down and turned on the faucet. Warm water began filling the tub, breaking the silence and wrapping the room in a hazy calm. Emma didn't speak. She rested her forehead lightly against his shoulder, feeling the steady warmth of his body beneath the fabric of his uniform. The air carried his familiar scent. It was fresh and cool with a trace of mountain breeze. Sensing her gentle dependence, Silas' throat tightened slightly. He turned his head a little, his breath brushing close to her ear. "Emma…" he whispered. The woman slowly raised her head, meeting his gaze—a look that was restrained yet filled with unspoken warmth. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. "I don't feel like moving, Silas," she said. "Let me help you," he replied. His fingertips slid to the button at her collar, moving slowly and almost reverent. The cool brush of his fingers against her warm skin sent a shiver rippling through Emma. The first button came undone, revealing the delicate line of her collarbone. The second, her graceful neck. Silas' eyes were deep as the ocean, stripped of any stray thoughts. Only pure focus and tender ache remained, enough to drown a person. Her outer layer fell away, skin pale and smooth, and in the rising steam, she looked like fine warm jade, glowing with a soft haze. Only the sound of rushing water could be heard. Silas gathered Emma and set her gently into the bath. He was getting excited, but he held back. After all, he knew doing it in a bathroom like this would make Emma uncomfortable. Silas lowered his head and kissed her mouth, slipping a small flower between her lips. It brought a little comfort for her exhaustion. When Emma finished, Silas grabbed a big bath towel, lifted her up, wrapped her snugly, and carried her out. Fire crystals warmed the bedroom, eliminating the chill. He dried her hair patiently, settled her onto the bed, and kissed her forehead softly."Wait for me, Emma. I'll be right back." Whoosh! The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom. Moments later, it fell silent. The door eased open, and a wave of wet heat rolled out first before Silas emerged. He wore a black silk robe thin as a whisper, the fabric nearly see-through. The neckline plunged almost to his waist. With each step, the lines of his solid chest and the hint of his abs rose and fell beneath the gauzy black. At his waist, a matching sash sat loose, like it could slip free any second. Meanwhile, the hem of his robe was shockingly short.