Azlynn’s P.O.V.
Whoa!
I didn’t see such a warm welcome coming, hitting me out of nowhere. That proximity riveted me to the spot like a scared kitten. An over six feet tall mountain of muscles looming over me shut down my brain. Everything else skipped from my mind.
I stared at him in a catatonic stupor, feeling trapped between his iron arms. I waited for his response after this unforeseen scrutiny.
King Demrid firmly grabbed my shoulders, squeezing me as if I was a lemon. His low, throaty growls leapt my heart to my throat as Bella spoke in frustration.
“He is wearing a strong cologne to conceal his natural scent, Ann. I can’t smell him!”
It was a tradition in the royals to wear a scent blocker frequently for their security purpose. So, King Demrid’s caution failed my first attempt
