Chapter 67

Avia's POV

I gripped the phone tighter. My pulse hammered in my ears.

"What kind of scent?" I asked. Tried to keep my voice steady. "Can you describe it?"

Damon was quiet for a second. Then: "Cedar wood up front. But I'm not sure—"

"Middle notes?"

"White musk, I think. But it's... flat. No ...

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