Scent of Deception

VALERIE

I walked through the front door and the smell hit me before anything else. Sex. Sweat. The kind of thick, used air that comes from bodies that have been tangled together. I knew that smell. I had come home to it many times before, back when I was still stupid enough to trust Damian.

I looked at Vivienne sitting on my sofa, and I looked at Damian standing near the kitchen doorway with