Chapter Ninety-Two
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The fresh, cool wind blows in the atmosphere, and Daela sighs; after a long soak in the lake, she feels like a whole different person.
She stares through the window at the full moon outside; for some reason, Daela feels the air outside is rather tense.
Perhaps, she feels this strange because throughout the day, her captor had left her with little to no privacy.
Daela glances down at the new item of clothing that Drakar had given her after her bath; the fur has a fine, luxurious texture, thicker and softer than anything she has ever touched in her entire life.
Daela buries her face into the plush material and wriggles her nose; it smells entirely like the dragon. The musky scent of Forest. Earth. Male. And something wild and dangerous that makes her pulse quicken.
So I have to walk around wearing his scent like a perfume? She thinks.
