A black mare ambled slowly down the winding path, its pace deliberately unhurried, as if allowing its two riders to savor the moment.
Cale sat behind Rexa, one hand resting against her toned abs while the other pressed against her opposite breast—not fondling, merely feeling the warmth of her through the fabric, grounding himself in her presence.
They talked endlessly as the landscape rolled past, like how she'd joined the Horkens, how her Violet Shadow Physique had awakened through relentless training in techniques that aligned perfectly with her body's innate nature, the gradual refinement through years of dedication until her physique became as natural as if she'd been born with it.
Rexa had matured in many ways, her discipline sharper, her presence more refined—yet beneath it all, that same obsessive, unhinged core remained.
"Hmm?"
Cale's head snapped to the right without warning, his gaze piercing through the cluster of trees lining the path.
