Rafael's POV 

I drove home with the windows cracked, trying to clear the last of the council meeting out of my head. The rumor. The sweet-scent comment. Savannah’s little smile. None of it would shut up. By the time I turned into the driveway my jaw ached from clenching.

The garage door went up. I pulled in, cut the engine, and stepped out.

Iris was already there. She stood near the back workbench, arms crossed tight, bag at her feet. The second the door shut behind me her scent hit me, mixed with the softer note that always belonged to her. My body reacted before my brain caught up and...