Set's head snapped up, his nose tilting up to whiff the air, and his eyes narrowed. "Fuck, Anubis, you can smell that mark a mile away." "Good," he grunted, his hand going to Tahirah's lower back. "Let's get you a drink," Kema said, shooting her a wink. "It sounded like you earned one." "You heard…" Tahirah's face flamed, but Anubis's smile only widened. "We had to move outside just to give you both some privacy." Kema pushed a beer into Anubis's hand. "You old dog."
