"You sure you can take this off?"
Lucien asked, sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed while Adrian knelt in front of him.
The alpha's hands hovered around the tracker clamped to Lucien's ankle, a device that had been there since the day he arrived.
It was stubbornly unbreakable. He'd bathed with it, swum through the ocean, even 'accidentally' kicked it against coral reefs and rocks, but it never budged.
The only thing it ever did was change color—from green to red—whenever he stepped outside the manor.
"Well, yeah," Adrian muttered, rubbing his chin.
"If we don't do this right, it'll probably make a loud noise or maybe electrocute you when you leave the island."
"Maybe?" Lucien arched a brow. "You don't even know?"
He sighed. "Forget it, we don't have to go to town. Just cancel our BDSM session."
"What?! Are you insane?" Adrian's voice shot up an octave.
"Me and Silas already prepared the tools, we even built the sex dungeon for you!"
