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... se of the North, the political maneuvering, the looming threats of the Capital, even the biting wind outside the cave, had ceased to exist. Everything had been distilled into a single, pulsing point of agonizing heat: Cherion.
He was drowning. That was the only way to describe the pheromones. The scent didn’t just linger; it got under his skin, skipping logic completely and went straight for the marrow. It was vanilla and honey, yes, but layered beneath that was the scent of rain and a h ...
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