"Who would ever need so many clothes?"
Wrapped in the softest towel ever, Harper puffed out a long breath as she browsed through the things in the huge closet, forcing herself not to check the price tags. The clothes ranged from casual stuff to evening dresses. The lingerie in the drawers was all pretty raunchy, as were the sheer, scraps of lace she was assuming were nightgowns.
Hearing footsteps, she turned to see Knox striding into the room.
"Well?" she asked.
He fingered her wet locks. "Kendra claims it wasn't her. Unsurprisingly. She says she met with someone who could give her Lucian's current location. Apparently, she wishes to confront him."
That didn't sound good. "Do you think she means to hurt him?"
"Physically? I don't believe so."
"She'll get a shock if she does. He's got abilities that freak even me out. And I have eyes that frequently change color—there aren't many things weirder than that."
