That was the longest five-minute flight of my life.
She was the first one to dismount the creature, sliding off gracefully. Leon knew the exact second she moved away because he immediately felt the absence of pressure and warmth.
A faint trace of her scent still lingered in the air—a mix of smoke, heated skin, and something wild.
After her, he climbed down as well. Before he could even properly orient himself or look at their surroundings, she was already pointing at him, gesturing for him to follow her.
But the first thing Leon checked before examining his environment was looking directly at her—really seeing her properly for the first time without being pressed against her.
The woman stood approximately five feet eleven inches tall—quite tall for a female. Red-skinned with striking crimson eyes and deep burgundy-red hair. Wearing minimal clothing that barely covered her substantial chest, and now that he looked properly, he understood why the fabric seemed strained.
