Elian's POV
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"Ugh, my fucking nose." Estella groaned with frustration, turning away from him and walking toward Magnus.
The latter handed her a small handkerchief before fixing his gaze on Elian, his eyes calculating.
"What do we do about his heat?" Magnus asked, arching an eyebrow. "We can't have the guards distracted by his pheromones."
[Oh, but we can... This might be our shot.]
Elian swallowed hard, getting extra uncomfortable because of the sweat sticking to his clothes.
His stomach coiled with heat, making him lower his head as Magnus' footsteps echoed.
"I must admit... You smell infuriating." The Baron remarked with a rasp, and Elian could almost imagine his grin even though he had his head lowered.
"I never knew you were so disgusting, Magnus." Aurora spat from her corner, making Elian raise his head. "Seriously. How could you say such a thing about him in front of your mate?"
Elian blinked, not knowing how to handle any of this.
