“Neither did I.” She wipes her tears, her voice thick. “And we should have, right? I didn’t even smell anyone on him. I don’t know how they hid their scent, but it was definitely a shifter. No one had any reason to hurt him, Cedric. No one from our world, at least.”
“Someone did,” I murmur gloomily. “We must have been followed.”
Leanna rubs a spot on her chest. “But I would’ve—We would’ve sensed it if somebody was tracking us.”
I mull over her words, and my voice is thoughtful. “My senses are sharper than yours. If there had been a shifter in the vicinity of the carnival, I would have caught their scent. I only smelled humans there. The only shifters were the four of us.”
Leanna gets to her feet, shaking her head. “I know what I saw, Cedric. Those marks on his neck were unmistakable.”
