The mansion was quiet in that unsettling way that made shadows seem thicker, like the world itself was holding its breath. Andrew's body had been giving him warnings since morning—a faint buzzing in his limbs, a heavy warmth in his lower stomach, and the unmistakable rise of his honey pheromones in the air.
But pride was a dangerous drug, and Andrew's dose was full-strength. He refused—absolutely refused—to let Tina notice. He'd already made up his mind the moment his glands stung the first time.
~I'll call Luna.~
