The night had settled quietly over the Tech-Savant compound, the low hum of the mobile HQ's systems the only constant sound in Julian's private quarters. The reinforced door was sealed, lights dimmed to a warm amber glow that softened every edge.
Zoe and Dori stood near the foot of the bed, both already changed into lingerie that left little to the imagination.
Zoe wore black lace—delicate straps crisscrossing her toned frame, sheer panels hugging her curves perfectly. The dark fabric contrasted sharply with her pale skin, accentuating the subtle muscle definition from her beast-like transformations. Her long black hair fell in loose waves down her back, framing her light-blue eyes that gleamed with quiet confidence. A small, predatory smile played on her lips as she watched Julian.
