Nadia didn't look up from her tablet. "No. Just vitals: heart rate, temperature, hormone fluctuation, and stress spikes. It's not a leash."
Rowan snorted quietly from the doorway. "That's generous. I've seen leashes with fewer tracking points."
Chris gave him a flat look. "You say that like it's funny."
Rowan's mouth curved. "If you try to bolt, I have ten alphas who can scent-track a heartbeat through three kilometers of city traffic. So yes, a little."
"Comforting," Chris said, voice bone-dry. "I'll add that to my list of reasons to stay indoors, right under emotional stability and risking making the king with a history of violence mad."
Rowan gave a soft snort, the kind that sounded halfway between amusement and warning. "Smart man."
Chris leaned back against the couch, squinting at him. "No, just tired of dying dramatically. I'd rather do it in comfort this time, maybe with air-conditioning."
