The tent was large, but empty.
She expected there to be a few people, but Flossie Wright didn't think the person inside would be—
Gavin.
He was the only one.
He seemed to have just gotten up and was changing clothes.
He turned sideways toward her, revealing a solid, muscular chest, broad shoulders, and a long knife scar across his back.
That was left by Erina Taylor.
He had an excellent physique, his upper body had smooth muscle lines, almost like they were sculpted, and black pants outlined his long legs.
He looked slim in clothes, but actually, there was substance beneath.
Noticing someone enter, Gavin didn't turn around immediately but instead slowly put on his shirt.
He dressed slowly, but his movements were extremely graceful.
He fastened each button without hurry or panic, his fingers slightly bent, his hands looking particularly elegant in motion.
Flossie's hand slowly moved to her waist, touching the gun hidden there.
