The heavy, metallic thumping of armored boots began to echo through the corridor. Suddenly, a rich, suffocatingly powerful scent wafted through the iron bars, completely obliterating the smell of decay and mold. It was a heavenly aroma of deep pinecones, a sharp winter breeze, and a soothing hint of lavender. A violent wave of primal, addictive pleasure shot straight through my core—but it was instantly conquered by a cold, paralyzing terror.
“Lillian! He’s coming to our direction! what is he going to do to us?” I cried out internally, my soul weeping. “This is the first time he's face-to-face with us. I'm so scared.”
“ I am scared too, Fiona,” Lillian whimpered back, her voice incredibly weak, trembling in the darkest corner of our bond. The lingering traces of wolfsbane and silver the
