Justin POV
I wasn't sure why the female smelled so strongly of my mate if she wasn't my mate.
There was none of my own scent remaining on her body which meant she had either bathed very, very thoroughly or she was telling me the truth: she was not my Diana, but, instead, Diana's treacherous sister Helen.
I couldn't come up with a reason why she might lie to me; her fear was palpable as she encouraged me to go to the outdoor eatery to wait on her to retrieve my mate and hers. She seemed confused about her instructions until she retrieved her cellular phone.
The call she made went to a messaging service. I was annoyed, but she seemed relieved. Again, I had no idea what to think of things. All I knew was this woman smelled so much of my mate yet not at all of me. How would that be possib
