The Smokescreen

Kaelen’s POV

The scent of Raina was still a ghost in my study, a haunting mixture of jasmine, expensive skin, and that underlying hint of ozone that seemed to follow her everywhere. Even after a shower, even after scrubbing the physical memory of her from my skin, I could swear the fragrance had embedded itself into the very pores of my hands. I sat in my high-backed leather chair, the only light