It still didn't feel any less unnerving entering Linda Roden's former home. Muscles bunched in tension, Danica pushed past the front door and was again embraced by the thick scent of lavender that hung in the air. The fact that Linda had probably breathed in this same flowery air didn't help any bit. She thought she caught a faint wisp of.....grapes? But it was gone so fast she was left to wonder if she had imagined it. It reminded her of.....could it be.......no it couldn't. Tristan couldn't be here. She was irritated to see the way her blood had already begun to hum at the notion.
The three coats that hung on the rack to her left fluttered softly at the slight breeze that trailed her. She shut the door softly behind her, dropped the key Tristan had duplicated for her into her coat poc
