Tim raised an eyebrow, then leaned in for a deep sniff. His expression shifted from curiosity to disappointment as he recoiled slightly.
Alice's face fell, her ears drooping. "Tim? What's wrong?"
"I'm looking for that sweet smell from last night," Tim said, completely oblivious to Alice's dejected expression. "It was incredible, like honey and cinnamon and something I can't even describe."
Felicity felt heat rise to her cheeks as she realised what they were talking about. Her pregnancy had changed her scent, making it more potent, more alluring to unmated males. She hid her face in Exile's chest, hiding.
Exile's arm tightened around her waist. "We should keep moving," he murmured against her ear. "The sooner we reach Bowral, the better."
As they continued down the road, Felicity caught Dimitri watching her with an intensity that made her stomach flutter. His red eyes tracked her every movement, protective and hungry in equal measure.
