"Gosh, this weather feels nice," Rose murmured, as she stepped out of the helicopter cabin. The transition from the high altitude chill to the thick, oppressive heat of the Mexican climate hit her instantly, warming her skin after hours of freezing transit. lifting her chin to let the breeze catch her hair as she adjusted to the sudden change in atmosphere.
One of Tate’s guards stepped forward, extending a firm, calloused hand to steady her weight on the metal steps. "Get down carefully," he warned, his eyes scanning the area of the secure compound.
Rose scoffed softly, swatting his hands away with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "I can manage perfectly fine on my own, thank you," she said, her boots striking the solid ground with a definitive click. She paused, surveying the sprawling
