Liam decided that whatever was happening with Irina was none of his business.
At least, that was what he told himself.
He turned toward his room and began walking, passing Irina without another word. She remained standing where she was, her expression strangely calm despite the sweat covering her body. Liam had already dealt with enough strange things for one day. They had chased a shadow into a mountain, discovered a mysterious fruit, returned to the village and now Irina was behaving like someone who had forgotten how to act normally.
He didn't have the energy to figure it out tonight.
He took another step.
Then stopped.
Something had caught his attention.
A scent.
Liam slowly turned his head toward Irina.
His enhanced senses immediately picked it up again. It was faint, buried beneath the smell of sweat and the cool night air, but it was unmistakable.
Sweet.
Almost exactly like the strange red fruit from the mountain.
Liam's eyes widened.
