Chapter 791
- Persis didn’t wait for a second invitation. She stepped into the changing room, the door clicking shut behind her.
- She stripped off the robe, her skin still prickling from the morning chill, and pulled on the high-compression tactical leggings and charcoal-gray racerback tank Tedmond had prepared.
- She tied her hair into a knot so tight it pulled at her scalp, then faced the mirror.