The delicate touch of her skin, the supple curve of her waist, the softness of her lips, and her silent yet alluring gasps...
A strange vexation and an emotion he couldn't quite define himself began to quietly stir within him.
He quickly tore his gaze away from the irksome scene of intimacy before him, forcing himself to look elsewhere, trying to suppress the untimely yet very real ripple in his heart.
Returning to the small courtyard where they had rested the night before, the exhaustion of having survived the ordeal washed over everyone like a tidal wave.
The mess in the courtyard had been tidied up, but the faint smell of blood still lingered in the air.
Some opened windows for fresh air, while others began to arrange their sleeping bags...
"Cole, did you shake off those people from the black market?" Josie Quinn tilted her head and asked him in a low voice.
"Yeah, don't worry. They think I went in the other direction."
