Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood moved at lightning speed, rushing toward The Salt Lake.
By the time they reached the Cliffbottom Salt Lake, the sun was already setting.
The last rays of the sunset spilled across the lake, golden ripples shimmering on the surface while the air was tinged with a faint salty scent.
Luna leapt off Corbin's back, the breeze lifting her long hair to reveal a stunningly delicate face.
Her skin was fair, figure perfectly proportioned and toned—a slim waist just right to hold, curvy in all the right places, so flawless that it was hard to look away.
Corbin and Rhys couldn't help but fix their gazes on her; a glint of awe flashed in their eyes.
Corbin's silvery eyes flickered, Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke in a low, husky voice, "You… seem even thinner?"
And yet, somehow more alluring.
Rhys's gaze lingered on her for a moment, then quickly shifted away; the tips of his ears flushed red.
His usually aloof tone wavered slightly, "This is good."
