NICHOLAS'S POV
Her eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
"Your clothes are restricting your movement. Change into something tighter." I pointed to a corner where I'd left workout gear.
"Sports bra, leggings. Nothing loose."
She hesitated, then grabbed the clothes and headed for the small changing area. While she was gone, I selected weapons from the wall display.
A knife, a metal rod, a length of rope. Tools she might find anywhere.
When she emerged, I had to fight to keep my expression neutral. The black sports bra and leggings hugged every curve, showing off a body that had grown stronger over the past weeks.
Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, revealing the elegant line of her neck.
Focus, I told myself. This is about keeping her alive.
"Better," I said, keep
