Esmeralda

I woke up with a start when I felt a pair of hard, rough hands grab me, shaking me to my core.

The scent of sandalwood citrus and warm honey hit my nostrils at once, almost suffocating me. I tossed, turning away from the source of the scent, but the aura blasted everywhere, leaving me no room for escape.

The aura was so familiar, so strong, so deadly, so dominating.

But then was the anger.

I couldn't miss the heat that it produced as it rolled in waves.

Raw anger filled the room and so was the aura.

I shifted, turning away from the source, as an uncomfortable feeling...