After taking a long bath, and finally scrubbing away the scent of rogues, I pulled on some long pants, and one of Tyrian's shirts I'd snuck out of his bag before walking into the bathroom. I'd hoped my mate's scent could overpower the scent of rogues, or at least that's what I told myself, but in truth, I think it was the bond that made me to it.
I walked out the dividing door between mine and my mate's room and found Tyrian searching his bag with a confused, frustrated expression.
''Something wrong?'' I asked in amusement, as Tristan came out of the bathroom, with steam flowing out of the door.
''I'm missing a sleeping shirt, and...'' He stopped talking when he finally turned and looked at me.
''Oh, you mean this?'' I smirked and gripped the shirt, before doing a twirl. ''It looks goo
