~Lincoln~

I step toward my mate, wanting to grab her and show her exactly how I feel about her. I want to prove to her what I can really do, what I can make happen. 

How could she tell us apart?

I have no idea, L, but I guess that’s a good thing.

“How could you tell it was me and not Landon?” Tia seems surprised by my question. I know it doesn’t pertain to our discussion, but I’m curious. 

“It’s simple, really. Your scents give you away.” ...