Willow POV
The four of us crowded into the largest guest room at the Sugar Maple Inn, which was where Damian was staying, if the deep scent of sandalwood and vanilla was any indication. I refused to admit it, but being surrounded by the comforting smell had me relaxing more than I’ve been able to in days.
It wasn’t just the room. It was him. The scent wrapped around me, tugging at something deep inside my chest that I didn’t want to examine too closely. Ivy leaned into it immediately, basking in the feel of it, while I tried—and failed—to keep my reaction contained.
Safe. The thought slipped in uninvited, and I shoved it away just as quickly.
Archer had met us on our way in.
“Patrol said they didn’t see anyone, but they did come across a strange scent in the woods. Not a rogue. Sam t
