Chapter 30

She froze, her back pressing against the door as it clicked shut behind her. The potent pheromones were an immediate assault; an involuntary tremor ran through her, and her heart began to hammer against her ribs. “Why are you just standing there?” Leonid drawled, a cigarette dangling from his lips despite his claims of quitting. His languid, whiskey-colored eyes settled on her. Could he be in rut? The sudden, alarming thought made her study his face more closely. “Ah, my pheromones…” He let out a ragged sigh, grinding the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. He dragged a large hand over his face, his features twisting with raw irritation, as if the entire situation was utterly infuriating. “I called you