Val stumbled forward, catching herself right at the edge of the pool. She did her best to cover herself with her hands, but the thin fabric was not much to work with.

Barclay and Brant eyed her appreciatively.

“Well, if she is pure, that white hair is certainly unique. Thank you, Weylan. Remind me later to leave you a bonus for this one,” Brant called, dismissing Weylan.

Val wasn’t sure if she was lucky or cursed to have the Razor’s Edge’s leadership right here. She barely registered Barclay moving towards her until his powerful frame raised out of the water as he reached for her. She averted her gaze but it put her off balance as he pulled her into the pool. The water was only a few feet deep but she tripped on the stair and landed against his damp chest. As she tried to regain her balance she tried to push off his rock hard form, and realized her face was way too close to his manhood.

“Eager, eh? Well, I do like a woman who initiates.” His thick arms wrapped around her and pulled