Third Person's POV
Cliff clutched at the last straw, his pheromones surging with agitation, his pupils quivering with urgency.
"I know you dislike her. I've stopped sponsoring her and deleted all her contacts. Vanya, I'm sincere..."
"Let go!" Vanya shrugged off his hand, her movements sending a sharp gust of air his way. "You've already slept with Melinda. Isn't this too late?"
"What..." Cliff froze, his cedar pheromones solidifying, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, wolf hairs on his ears bristling as if all his strength was sapped.
"How did you know?"
"Are you asking me now?"
Vanya's lily pheromones were laced with undisguised contempt, piercing him like icicles. "You paraded Melinda around everywhere, making it clear she was your darling. Now you stand here, spouting hypocrisy."
