He asked himself. He brought her finger to his nose and took a whiff.
Whoa! His stomach tightened. No wonder the demons were in frenzy. Her lure was intoxicating. It smelled like innocence, s*x and everything dark all at once. His body tightened, and he brought her finger to his nose again. Erotic images flooded his mind. It took every ounce of his will not to leap on top of her. Dage calmed his mind.
They had to stop the scent or they’ll find themselves swamped by a horde of demons.
Dage let her hand drop. He had to figure out why she wasn’t healing too. She was vulnerable as it was. Without her healing ability their situation was far more complicated than he had thought. She could easily die from injuries that she could have healed. What was wrong with her? Dage asked himself that q
