[Rynthall Estate—Same Night, Outside the Estate]
Silas stepped out of the carriage, the cool night air brushing against his crimson cloak. Callen and Damien followed, their footsteps crunching against the gravel. Silas stopped abruptly, his head tilting slightly as he sniffed the air—and then himself.
"Do… I smell like… blood?" he mumbled to himself.
"Callen..." he called.
Callen blinked, hesitation written all over his face. "Yes… my lord?"
Silas turned sharply, eyes narrowed. "SNIFF ME!!!"
. . .
The wind howled.
. . .
The night seemed to pause.
. . .
Even the leaves shivered.
Callen recoiled. Eeeek! "Why… why should I sniff you? Do you think I'm your dog?"
Then he sparkled and a slow, mischievous grin spread across Callen's face. "If… if there's anyone I would sniff, it's my beautiful lady Seraphina…"
. . .
Silas and Damien both blinked.
"PERVERT!" Silas bellowed.
