He grins at me, showing long sharp teeth that somehow don’t scare me like they should. “But I will absolutely be back, fragrant Tabitha.” “Are you saying I smell?” That’s the second time he’s called me “fragrant,” now that I think about it. “Oh yes,” he says, and he’s purring even louder. “You smell quite lovely.” And even though I hate myself for it, I blush a little.
