Inez felt a familiar discomfort in her throat while sitting on the ground.
She could feel her siren stirring harder within her, wanting to rush to the aid of her mate. On noticing the scales on her arms, she hurriedly covered them with the fabric of her clothes.
Gilderoy stared at Killian. He slowly turned to look at the woman behind him, who was staring up at Killian as if he were her knight in shining armour. Suddenly, everything clicked into place, and the guard's smile turned a bit stiff. "Are you talking about this woman?"
"Do I look like I am talking to you?" questioned Killian, his voice dripping with lethal calm. "Even if you are a fool with a clogged nose as sharp as that of a little boy, you could have smelled the scent on her, right? Whose scent do you think covers her?"
