Lorien POV

By the time I finished scrubbing, my skin was raw angry and red beneath the scalding spray of water. Every inch of me stung, but I kept going, determined to erase the last trace of Rhael’s scent from my body. His cologne clung stubbornly to my skin, so potent I couldn’t understand how someone with wolf senses could stand to wear it at all.

Each time I thought it was gone, I’d remember the look on Auren’s face hurt twisting with disgust and I’d start again, scrubbing ...