Lucas watches us both, calm despite only hearing one half of our conversation.
Grabbing his hand, I give a gentle squeeze to show I'm still paying attention to his presence.
"Do you know how?"
Selene's idea is a tall order. It isn't like amnesia has some sort of cure.
The dhampir has an idea. We can talk to her about it.
Wow. I'd forgotten about Sister Miriam entirely. Between Lucas and now Selene's return…
My thoughts are interrupted when Selene suddenly darts out of her comfortable position to shove her nose into my chest, sniffing intensely.
Showing mild irritation, Lucas grabs her by the scuff and yanks her away. To my surprise, Selene merely slinks low in submission as her ears tilt in my direction, blue eyes hard and suspicious. What's that scent?
Slapping my hand over the new mate mark, right next to my crescent scar, I ask defensively, "What scent?"
Lucas sniffs at me. "You smell fine to me."
