Chapter Twenty-Eight.
As Aiden walked into the king’s conference room, Fitz glanced up. He could smell his angel, hiding behind him. Her scent was a mixture of lavender from the soap she was using, and daisy’s, along with a deeper undertone of musk, which to him felt like warmth. It was of little surprise to Fitz that the daisy flower had been Eliza’s favourite, given it was one of the unique components of her own scent. His heart thundered against his rib cage; however, he schooled his features into the mask of the king. Although this meeting was with his supposed inner circle, there were those present who Fitz would never turn his back towards, for fear of a silver dagger being lunged into it.
“Elders, and Alpha’s of the Snow Kingdom of wolves. Allow me to introduce you to the new roy
