[Inside Rynthall Estate—Hallway of Hormonal Doom]
The grand marble corridor of the Rynthall estate was glowing.
Not with candles.
Not with magic.
With pheromones.
Thick. Potent. Tangible in the air. Like someone had sprayed cologne and heartbreak across the entire west wing.
Seraphina gagged the moment she stepped in. "Oh. My. God."
She stumbled slightly, bracing herself against the wall. Her knees wobbled. Her entire spine protested. "It's like… I walked into a beach made of lust and longing!"
Callen, already pale from two straight hours of emotional crisis management, rushed to her side. "My lady!" he caught her before she could slide to the marble floor like a stunned swan. "Please, the pheromone density is extremely volatile."
Seraphina took a deep breath, slapped her cheeks, and stood straighter. "I'm fine. I'm—fine. I've been through wars. Tea parties with idiots. I can survive this."
