CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Morgan’s POV:
His scent reached me before the door fully opened.
Fresh citrus, amber, cedar, and vanilla.
Fuck.
My fingers curled into Alex's shirt.
Kira whimpered inside me.
This time, I didn't tell her to shut up.
I couldn't.
Because my body had already recognized him too.
The tightness that had been crushing my chest for the last several minutes suddenly eased enough for me to take a deeper breath.
One scent.
That was all it f*****g took.
One breath of him, and somehow my body knew what my mind was still struggling to accept.
King Damian stepped into the office.
My heart skipped.
Holy s**t.
He was just as beautiful as I remembered.
Actually...
No.
That wasn't true.
He looked different now.
The terrifying gold that had consumed his eyes on the dance
