Leah
Of course I knew it.
I stopped at the door of our bedroom. My hand hovered over the handle. Inside, I could hear Keanu moving around, the soft clink of him doing something at the table, probably setting up his bedtime snacks because making it through the night without eating was too hard.
He was already in there. Refusing to leave me alone tonight. He'd told me earlier. Darien's orders, he'd said, but I knew it was his own.
I should have gone in.
I stood there for a long second, my fingers on the handle, the smell curling at the edges of my awareness, and then I let go and turned the other way.
The smell was coming from outside.
I knew where it was leading me before I followed it. Down the back corridor, past the kitchens, out the side door that opened into the small herb garde
