GAHRYE
His head buzzed. He could barely think. The mating call rose in his throat and he swallowed it back, his hands shaking.
It was impossible. It couldn't be. And yet, there she was. And she smiled at him and… he could smell her. It was definitely her scent. The scent the voices had given him: Jasmine and sugar, and something soft that he'd never scented before. How could it be? They were liars. They had to be…
She'd already been breathless when she arrived, but when she looked at him… her pulse sped up and her pupils dilated.
She liked him. When she looked at him, she wanted him.
This was impossible.
Gahrye tore his gaze away from her and forced himself to look at the soft, ridiculous little man that ran this place, but within seconds his eyes were back on her.
