Stolen Scents
Kael
I paced through the place of the Noosewood forest like a caged predator, my boots crushing the dead leaves into paste.
Every breath I took was a f*****g test. I was inhaling, searching for a trace, a ghost of her, and finding nothing but the rot of the woods and my own rising bile.
"Damn it," I growled, kicking a thick log into the dirt. It shattered, but the splintering wood didn't give me the satisfaction I needed.
"My King?"
I spun around so fast my cloak whipped around my legs. Silas was standing a few yards back, his hands raised, looking like he expected me to rip his throat out. I probably would have, if he’d been any closer.
"Don't call me that here," I snapped, my voice sounding like gravel grinding together. "How many times do I have to tell you? We are
