"What are you doing here, Zen? Shouldn't you be with the Great Witch? How did you return so early? And why were you hiding here, waiting for me?"
Zen shook his head, his expression unreadable. "Let's wait for Kael to come. We'll talk then."
It wasn't long before Kael stepped into the cabin. The moment he did, both men stiffened. The air shifted—thick with something unmistakable.
They could scent her.
Emira.
Lance's gaze flicked to Kael, disbelief tightening his chest. Kael had always been particular about keeping his scent clean, never letting anyone leave their mark on him. But now… he was willingly carrying Emira's scent. Or rather, showing it off...
And this worried both of them, though for very different reasons.
