"Not foul" she shrugged as she both descended the stairs. "It's pleasing and very intoxicating, picture it as a mask of flowers releasing all the once but with a certain appeal"
I have heard that many times and each time I try to mask my scent to avoid the attention, but right now I can't. I'm too weak. I probably was a beacon in this damn house.
"My name is Diana Crest"
Crest... that name sounds familiar.
"Emmaline Zalatoris. You're calm in the midst of a vampire, you let your guard down"
She giggled. "I smell the Alpha on you... your blood is tainted with his blood, right now you're more useless than a human"
Ouch.
"Didn't they teach you that it doesn't matter if your enemy has their backs turned, always be on guard"
