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Aurélie POV

“Your mate?” I asked through the mind-link.

“Yes. I can smell her,” Fabrice replied. “Her scent is here in the house. It’s new.”

“What does it smell like?” I drew in a slow breath, but all I caught was Damien’s familiar scent sweet, dark leather.

“Lemon drizzle cake…”

“Lemon drizzle cake...

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