IRIS
I squeezed Mary’s hands, about to respond and tell her that I would make sure Ronan understood how valuable she could be when something shifted. Mary’s body went completely rigid in my arms and her face went pale. Something is wrong, Zorya said. Her voice was sharp and on edge.
“Mary?” I pulled back slightly, frowning. “What is it?" Her eyes weren’t on me but fixed behind me wide and horrified.
“He is here." She whispered. "He is here. I can smell him." A chill ran down my spine.
"Who?" Her lips trembled. "Kerian."
"How do you know?" I asked, trying to remain as calm as possible. "Mary, how do you know it's him?"
"I know his scent." Her voice was shaking so badly the words came out broken. "I know it better than I know my own. I smell it in my sleep. I smell it when I wake up
