Azian’s POV

It was hard to describe the feeling.

The feeling of being completely and utterly lost in someone else. A feeling that had never occurred to me. I knew beauty very well, a term that was used to define me on more occasions than I cared to recall, I had never really liked the term or had been pushed to use it often, but staring in the forest green orbs of the girl before me, I believed I would have to use the word again,

One whiff of her scent was toxic.

One whiff and I knew she was not human.

One whiff and all my lingering doubts and...