Chapter 7
Jacque stood on the front porch, staring after Fane as he retreated to the Henrys’ house. She wanted to call him back. Something deep within her, something she didn’t understand, was loathe to spend a second without him. “Get a grip on yourself, woman,” she scolded. In an attempt to clear her head, Jacque sucked in a few deep breathes. She noticed the subtle scent of woods and spice. The scent called to her, to a deep and primitive part of her she hadn’t known existed. Something made her want to claim the scent as hers in a primal way. Yet, the smell also comforted her. But, why? Jacque decided she wasn’t going to touch that with a ten-foot pole. Her bizarre meter had already reached a critical state. Attempting now to understand the animalistic urges she was suddenly experienci
