(Sandy's Perspective)
I lose track of how long after I excuse myself from Dorian's room that I remain in my sylphide aspect. On the one hand, I know that I shouldn't have let him kiss me, let alone kissed him back—it's wrong to encourage him—or his wolf half that I could see plain as day lurking behind his eyes when he grabbed for me. Especially when I'm supposed to be with Sean. On the other hand, the attraction was simply so potent —easily as intense as the draw that I felt to Sean the day that we met in Candlewood and he realized I was his mate and not Darby.
But if I were Darby, I'd never have made any of these mistakes, because my sister has this Luna gig down pat.
I'm positive now that both men have a mate scent for me. They might not describe it the same way—Sean's taffy versus Dorian's cookie—but they both identify a distinct fragrance for me, one they can clearly differentiate from the florally scent that the MacOmb charm allows them to detect of Fae.
