NARINE'S POV
It was well past midnight when I finally heard it, the gentle ding of the elevator doors sliding open down the hall. I lay still in the night light, the silence of the room draped around me like a heavy shawl, but my senses were anything but calm.
Then came the scent.
Sargis.
It rolled in like a tide curling under the door before he ever stepped inside. I could feel it in my lungs. I’d always sensed it, his scent had a wildness that lingered beneath his expensive cologne, like something barely tamed. Until recently, I couldn’t quite name it. But now I could.
He smelled of pine smoke and thunder. Of steel and blood and storm-soaked earth. But tonight… tonight there was something else.
Buried beneath the primal allure of him was a sickly sweetness.
My stomach twisted, and
