RYKER

Her scent wrapped around my nose like a tie. It was too obvious to ignore and too ravenous not to inhale deeply.

She was close. Too close maybe, I thought, as my eyes searched the crowd. 

“Oh, there she was,” I mumbled to myself, my eyes keen on her pale face beneath the shadow of the large tree. To others, she may be hidden but not to me. Her lips were moving, saying something to a slave beside her, probably her friend but her gaze flicked around, looking everywhere else but ...