The Perfumed Confession

Daphne’s POV

The smell of that perfume that was on Kaelen yesterday had been haunting me since the moment Kaelen stepped into the kitchen last night. When he hugged me, that brief performance of affection for my parents, the scent had clung to his coat like a confession. It was floral with an expensive, metallic edge that smelled like power and secrets. I knew that scent. I had smelled it before,