With a slight shift of his head followed by a minute flare of nostrils, Nevaeh noticed Aron sniff.
He is smelling me.
It was in this precious second she realized she wasn’t wearing the obfuscate ring that Gamma Rhys had given her. Not that it was something to even cross her mind this morning, though. Putting on the ring just wasn’t something she thought to do. Arkadían International had many business meetings, dealt with many people from all over the world, without her needing to worry about her werewolf identity. Most humans they did business with were clueless and couldn’t distinguish the difference anyway.
When Aron’s eyes wavered into a faint squint as his brows pinched, she knew something was battling his thoughts. His souring expression weighed uncomfortably in
