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The strange scent of the purple-haired crew member teased Andre’s nose until he caught sight of Em. She wasn't just as he remembered her. A month ago, she had been stretched to the breaking point by the knowledge that werewolves existed and worried that her sister might die.
Today she was still tired. He could see the beginning of bags forming under her bright blue eyes, but that was mostly due to her incredibly pale skin. Her long blonde hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and she wore a dark tank top and tight black pants. Was that business casual for a rock star? Just looking at her made Andre's body come alive, but he had to push that thought away.
"Who is Melinda?" he repeated. There were a dozen or more scents swirling around the dressing room, and he assumed one must belong
