When they pulled up outside of the Bandit Pack, Bree was beyond irritated. And she was not irritated because of the fact that the scent of jackals made her dragon hiss with hatred. It was because of Blaise, who, despite having the entire carriage to himself, sat next to her and he spent the entire ride teasing her with his subtle touches and smiles that promised nothing but sensual pleasure.
This bastard was trying to pull every move to seduce her.
Thus, by the time the carriage pulled outside the pack, Bree was half relieved and half annoyed by the sudden freedom she gained.
"Smells like a bunch of pathetic assholes come here," remarked Blaise as he smelled the scent wafting out from the inside of the pub. "Do you think they would let me take a swipe on them first? My cat is kind of antsy."
