Hope POV

I felt Dylan's arms around me. I put both hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but despite my anger, the bond made me weak and as much as I didn't want to his smell was intoxicating, Dylan's smell was intoxicating, it was a mix between rum, tangerine leaves and musk in the background. Something elegant and powerful, unlike any other I had ever smelled. But wasn't that by any chance the sense of being Destined? The smell of his partner was heightened and just being near him was able to soothe and heal.

I lifted my head and looked deep into his dark blue...