Merlin’s POV
The moment I entered the house, I could tell something wasn't right. The lights were still off, sure, but every room in the house had a lit candle, which filled the house with an intoxicating scent. Those things must have contained pheromones of some sort, because my pants got tighter and tighter and my focus weakened a little. Once I confirmed that the areas were safe, I cautiously went upstairs. With each step, my heartbeat quickened and it got harder to move. Halfway up, I noticed something. There was a pair of jeans on the staircase. They were far too skinny to be mine, which meant that the intruder was female, and that she was close by.
Upstairs was barely different than down below: no electricity on, candles everywhere, and the rooms empty. One thing stood out, though.
