Fuck Kian. Fuck him to the deepest pit of Hades where he belongs. Fuck him to— A gasp is ripped from my lungs as the most enticing scent I’ve ever encountered bombards me—chocolates and strawberries and campfires combined. It nearly sends me falling off the seat. Holyyy fuck. My eyes widen as I scan the restaurant eagerly, hoping to find the source of the scent. Devyn, beside me, has gone rigid, his hand curling into a fist on the table. “Do you feel that?” Kian whispers, but before he can finish speaking, I’m already out of my seat and moving in the direction of the smell.
