When Aurelia had asked her father over and over about her mother, he had cursed and spat at her for being too concerned about her. Xander was furious she was only concerned about Scarlet here, while he had been trying to knock some sense into her brain about why she should help him.
Aurelia breathed in deep, a rush of nostalgia hitting her like a tide, with the air that flowed into her body. She could place this scent in a second, the deep smell of pine cones and scented shrubs, the sweetest smell of the lilies that sprouted by the bank of the lake, and the chirping of the birds whose morning songs were the first thing she heard when she woke up.
