Lyla's POV
Oswald the second came back to my cell, sometime later.
I couldn't really keep track of the time.
But when he did I noticed something.
I could now pick up his scent, it was the same scent on the shirt the short I had been wearing when I woke up in the cell.
It was irritating to my senses before. but now that I know who the scent belonged to, with my senses returning at half strength.
I was completely revolted by both, his scent and his presence.
I am sure to his mate he would smell heavenly.
But to me, it was revolting and my stomach also revolted along with my entire being, as it threatened to make me puke again.
He had been standing at the door for some seconds, wasn't he going to say anything? I thought to myself.
I had refused to look at him since I saw him step i
