Chapter 8

The fury receded, leaving Johanna’s mind terrifyingly clear. Her eyes widened as a chill shot down her spine, freezing her in place. At some point, he had closed the distance between them. He lowered his head toward her trembling shoulder and took a deep, deliberate breath. “It really is a pheromone.” The smile on his lips deepened. “Like fruit, but also like flowers… I’ve smelled it somewhere before. What is it?” Her heart plummeted, feeling as if it might leap from her throat. Johanna clutched the brick in her bag until her hand throbbed, holding her breath.