Stacey POV
I stared, incredulous, as he stuck his hand down her panties, listening to that b***h moan for all she was worth. They didn't detect me, a testament to Celia's skill in the spell she had provided, which not only masked my scent to him and the rogues nearby but also glamoured me to look like someone else, on the off chance that I was discovered.
Why wasn't the perfume working? It was meant to remind him of me, to confuse and bewilder him, until he realized on his own that he couldn't get me out of his mind and made him want me again. Was she not wearing it? I leaned closer and took a sniff, recoiling back as the most pungent smell of honeysuckle and roses hit my nostrils. Gagging, I leaned right back and put my hand to my mouth, trying not to puke up my stomach contents. What
