Ivonne’s POV

“A visitor?” I questioned in a frown and angled my head to Tobias, an inquisitive glimpse in my eyes judging by the fact he talked about a familiar scent.

“Why the look?” He implored, reading the message in my eyes.

“You said something about a familiar scent,” I reminded, tightening the robe around me for some reason.

“Yeah but I can't place it,” he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb, my gaze locking there for some seconds and blinked to snap myself out of ...