Lucy’s POV
I blinked, unsure of what Lance meant when he said he had to “rub his scent” on us. My confusion was answered almost immediately. Without hesitation, he swiftly pulled off his shirt and handed it to my aunt.
“Rub this on your face, arms, and legs,” he instructed, his deep voice firm but calm. “Then put it on top of your clothes.”
I froze for a moment, unable to help noticing just how tall he was—he must have been around seven feet. Standing before him, Aunt and I looked ridiculously small, almost like children beside a towering tree trunk. His broad chest and muscular arms glistened faintly under the perpetual sunlight of this strange land, and I had to quickly look away before my thoughts betrayed me.
When Aunt slipped on his shirt, the hem brushed against her calves—it fit
