4Aedan watched the woman who Soren handpicked as the solution to their mutual problems. He watched the evolution of expressions on her face; that she hadn’t been expecting him was clear by the look of shock in her big, dark eyes. She had been staring at him and he watched the quick flush light up her cheeks, the dart of her gaze away from him, oddly demure and challenging all at once. When he had hugged her, he had sniffed her slightly, she was perhaps a week away from her monthly, but through the lingering orange blossom and jasmine perfume of her shampoo or conditioner, he had been able to scent her underlying pheromones. The warm, almost spicy scent of her body had been enough to convince him she was precisely what he wanted.
Gradually, as they sat together, she calmed and relaxed in h
