Zoe Bell washed her hands and stood in front of the mirror to tidy herself up. After sending a text to her younger brother, Lucas Bell, to let him know she was safe, she was ready to go for dinner.
But as soon as she opened the door, she nearly bumped into someone.
The man was very tall, probably about six foot two.
Dressed in a simple black T-shirt and black pants, with short cropped hair, he had slightly dark skin, a high nose bridge, and deep, sharp eyes. Holding a phone in one hand and with the other in his pocket, he glanced at Zoe, a flicker of surprise in his gaze.
It was clear that he worked out regularly, as the muscle lines on his arms were quite distinct, suggesting a wild and defiant character.
Looking down at her, he gave off a sense of pressure from above.
"Logan, in a bit..." At this moment, another person walked out from the side.
