Eleni's POV
Astrid smiled at me like she knew something I didn’t—something important—something that made her eyes go warm instead of the usual sharp ember glow she carried around.
But I was still stuck on the scent.
Because what the hell?
I’m human. Human.
I’m not supposed to smell something so clearly that I can track it through the packhouse like a bloodhound on caffeine.
And yet… I did.
The scent was still floating around Astrid like a soft cloud—warm, rich, sweet—but not in a food way. Not vanilla. Not spices. More like…
Comfort.
Safety.
Home?
What perfume smells like that?
Astrid placed a hand lightly on my shoulder and motioned toward the hallway.
“I want you to meet someone,” she said gently.
My eyebrows pulled together. “Someone… who smells like you?”
Astrid laughed
