[Asher]
The first time I saw her, it was by chance. An airport, of all places. She was unremarkable at first glance aside from the fact that two hound dogs were accompanying her.
Nothing about her screamed for attention, after all, I had walked past countless women with prettier faces, sharper minds, and bodies sculpted to perfection. Even now that I'd spoken to her, I'd come to realise just how naive she was, to the point that her foolishness was laughable.
Ordinary.
And yet, I couldn't peel my eyes off her at the airport. It wasn't her face, nor her voice, and certainly not her smarts that seized my attention—it was her scent.
Centuries have passed since the smell of blood truly surprised me. I've sampled blood from every corner of the world: witches with all sorts of magic, elves s
