" I require your assistance,” a male voice whispered.
My mouth fell open.
“Ahhgaluhg!” I gagged — near drowned — on a slew of water and lost my balance. The pink shower curtain proved no leverage whatsoever, and I ripped it down with me, rod and all, slopping into the tub with a splash, irritated squeal, and shuddering thud.
“Jay—!” I stifled a scream and hissed the second syllable through clenched teeth, “—den!”
“Have you sustained injury?” Jayden’s face hovered over the tub.
“Not until you showed up! "

― A. Kirk , Drop Dead Demons (Divinicus Nex Chronicles, #2)