I stood there for a while watching the strange woman. Every move she made and every breath she took, I studied her carefully but nothing about her looked like Cecilia. Still, that scent… her scent. Why did it cling to this woman?
Was she the one who had been haunting me all these months?
I shifted back to my human form and stepped closer. “You’re not her,” I said quietly. “So why do you smell like her?”
She turned to face me, calm and unshaken. Her eyes were deep and cold, like the ocean. “Who’s her?” she asked.
“Cecilia,” I muttered.
“I don’t carry her scent,” she said softly. “Only her wish. The scent you smell isn’t from me, it’s from your own guilt.”
“Her wish?” I echoed, ignoring the sting of her words. “What wish?”
“She placed a curse on you, Kian,” she said. “And it’s my duty
