I emerged from behind the privacy screen, the new leather gear feeling like a second skin. Adam had outdone himself; the charcoal-gray scouting leathers were tailored to perfection, hugging my curves while allowing for a complete range of motion. The high-collared vest was reinforced with hidden plates, and the trousers tucked into sturdy, silent-soled boots.
Demetrius didn’t move. He remained leaned against the door, but the air in the room seemed to thicken as his gaze traveled slowly from the tips of my boots up to the high collar of the vest. His eyes stopped at my throat, where the necklace sat atop the dark leather, the black diamonds gleaming like predatory eyes in the firelight.
"Well?" I asked, doing a slow turn. I felt stronger in this—less like the runt who had arrived in the
