" So you can also smell it?" Ethan said, amusement dancing in his eyes while Hunter stood rigid in front of him. "Lucian's pheromones… so only you and I can smell it." The smirk that followed wasn't just confidence it was provocation carefully wrapped in charm.
What the hell is he on about? Hunter thought, irritation prickling beneath his skin.
Ethan leaned back against the wall as if the corridor belonged to him, arms loose at his sides. "I don't know why you're so agitated about it," he continued lazily. "Or do you wanna punch me again? Like last time?"
Hunter's jaw tightened. His response came out in Spanish, sharp and cutting. "Hablas demasiado para un bastardo como tú ."
The words were low, but the air shifted as his pheromones slipped free, subtle at first, then heavier, filling the narrow hallway with a tense, metallic edge.
"Listen here, bastardo," he added, voice rough. "Just because Lucian saved your sorry ass doesn't mean you're back together."
