“ Lets just say...i know your scent."
The words landed softly, but they echoed far too loudly in the quiet room.
Mia stilled. Not because she didn’t hear him but because it didn't make sense.
He had told her the same words before but she didn't understand, and here he was... saying it again.
Was he teasing her?
“Adrian.” Her name for him came out sharper than she intended. She lifted her head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “I’m not joking.”
But he didn’t flinch. If anything, his posture relaxed, like a man settling into a truth he’d already accepted. His gaze met hers, steady and unreadable.
“Neither am I,” he said. His voice was calm, but there was something beneath it now. Something quieter. Softer. “I just… knew.”
That was the problem. Knew how? Why? From when?
Mia searched hi
