Chapter 1273 The Tracker
- Cayden Moore came out after a shower, hair still dripping, a hotel robe hanging loose on him, a towel slung carelessly around his neck. Steam clung to his skin.
- The usual frost in his demeanor had melted a little, leaving a lazy, unmistakable heat in its place.
- Only one thought flashed through Alina Rumpley’s mind: sinfully tempting.