For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then Black Fang moved at once.
The motion was so sudden that the steam around her split apart, scattering in waves. She shot to her feet faster than Quinlan could blink.
The calm, cold composure that often best described Black Fang, the 'emotionless poker face' that made Quinlan sometimes think she might've had cold blood in her veins like a real serpent, was gone in an instant.
In her reckless abandon, she didn't even notice that the towel wrapped around her privates dropped to the wooden floor. She stood before him, naked, and with sweat pouring down her glistening, pristine white skin.
However, Quinlan didn't even look down to check her out this once.
Because there was something that demanded all of his attention.
Her wide, gorgeous violet eyes were locked onto the floating status screen, rereading the lines over and over.
