Lucius's POV
As I was leaving my brother's office, a familiar scent tickled the edge of my senses, halting my steps.
My little witch.
I paused, letting the cool breeze wash over me as I narrowed my focus, trying to track the elusive, but unmistakable scent. Her scent had changed. It was still hers, but subtly altered, masked. Her natural fragrance was intoxicating, warm, rich, and full of life—something you couldn't forget. But this? This new one was... different. Something else. A veil over what was truly hers.
I tilted my head, intrigued. Why had she altered it? The witch who had locked me in that basement, the one who had tortured me—her scent had been pure, undiluted. This new one was... less potent. It lacked the sharp sweetness that had driven me to madness back then. But still, I could recognize it. Her.
The sudden shift in my emotions was instant—like a switch flicking on. The pull to find her was undeniable.
