When he had walked into Verona's room, his intention had been pure. He had wanted to see her, to remind himself why he was enduring the suffocating, perfumed air of the Capital. The investigation with Zachren and the discovery of the Imperial Pin had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He had needed to see the one person who represented peace.
But the moment he stepped through the door, the air changed.
To a human, the room smelled of vanilla, expensive paper, and the lingering scent of Isella's floral perfume. To Elric, whose senses were currently sharpening into a lethal edge, the room was an assault. He could hear the frantic, tiny scratching of a mouse behind the wainscoting. He could see the dust motes dancing in the lamplight like falling stars. And Verona... Verona smelled like a siren's song.
He sat beside her, forcing his voice to remain steady, forcing the "Duke" to speak while the "Wolf" pacing inside him growled at the distraction.
