Chapter 310: A Most Unconventional Date
Lyria's POV
Earl Hawthorne carried the scent of freshly laundered linen mingled with polished leather and something subtly woodsy—cedar, perhaps, or sandalwood. Beneath it lingered a warm fragrance I could not quite place.
It was... pleasant.
For a fleeting moment, I found myself wishing I were not wolfless, if only so I might catch every note of that scent. I did not doubt it would be even richer then, every fragrance more distinct than it already seemed.
My heart began beating faster.
I swallowed carefully, praying he could neither hear the frantic rhythm of my pulse nor feel the slight tremor threatening to betray me beneath his hands.
He murmured something quietly to himself as he continued his examination.
His voice was so low that I could not quite catch the words.
His hands moved down to my wrists before gently turning them over, examining the delicate bones and tendons there.
