Chapter 68 Sixty-eight
- "Where did you put your clean clothes?" Anton asks as he steps out of the water, droplets sliding down his bare chest.
- "I didn't bring any." I stand beside him, suddenly aware of how the wet fabric clings to my skin. "I didn't plan to take a swim."
- "How did you plan to walk back to the packhouse?" He arches one dark brow at me. "In your bloody clothes?"