The indoor space felt cramped after our freedom, and within ten minutes, the many clashing scents and alpha pheromones were already getting to me.
I had been slowly edging us toward the back door, preparing myself for an early escape as soon as the party started to wind down, when a quick burst of cold air hit the back of my neck, and a too-familiar scent blasted me.
My pulse pounded, and the whole world seemed to narrow as I spun.
“Shay? Are you okay?” Dirge’s voice sounded far away, as if he were yelling down a tunnel.
He was here, and I was not even close to okay.
So I ran.
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Dirge
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ne minute, we were holding hands and making small talk, pretending like we weren’t working our way through the crowds toward the exit, and the next minute, a lightning bolt of emotion hit
