Chapter 867 Fate From Past Life

Dalton had never ridden a BMW Tomahawk before. He usually preferred cars. He lifted one leg over the motorcycle, looking a little perplexed. Wynter noticed how unfamiliar he was with getting on the motorcycle. She reached her hand out and pulled him up. Then, she put his hand around her waist. "Hold on tight. I go fast." Wynter's hair smelled nice. Dalton smiled. As the engine roared to life, Dalton held onto Wynter's waist tightly. He breathed in her scent. It was not like any of the commercial perfumes made his head hurt. She smelled like the air after the rain on a refreshing spring day. While waiting for the light to turn green, Dalton looked down to see Wynter's exposed waist. His gaze darkened, and his grip on her tightened. Wynter did not understand. She turned her head and raised an eyebrow, seemingly asking him what the issue was. Dalton chuckled. He went in closer to her ear and asked, "What are you planning to do with those men?" "With Sothoth around, they can't esc