Esmond's POV
The fur at my nape bristled under the pheromone pressure. My fangs pierced my gums uncontrollably. "Cam, even if you fled to the Shadow Forest, I'd track you through the bond's scent."
The rotting pine-needle temporary mark on her neck made my wolf claw restlessly at my spine.
The damn bond still lingered—so why did her lychee-rose scent now carry traces of cedar?
She scoffed. "Relax. I'm not hiding from you."
"Then where's the suitcase for?"
Checking her watch, she pushed past me. "Business trip. I'm late."
"Where? How long?"
She shoved me aside. "Go babysit your mistress instead of harassing me. Keep her too busy to start drama."
I stumbled, nearly dropping the breakfast I'd brought her.
Blood welled where my claws pierced my palms as I offered the venison pastry—h
