Crossing the Border

Nadia

I had no good answer for that. Before I knew about the scent malfunction, climbing into his bed had felt dangerous in a different way. Now it felt like walking into a test I had designed myself and was already failing.

I switched tactics, desperate to regain some ground. “Can you still smell me?”

Torin had already closed his eyes, one arm folded behind his head. He didn’t open them.

“I asked