Ivonne’s POV

“A visitor?” I questioned in a frown and angled my head to Tobias, an inquisitive glimpse in my eyes judging by the fact he talked about a familiar scent.

“Why the look?” He implored, reading the message in my eyes.

“You said something about a familiar scent,” I reminded, tightening the robe around me for some reason.

“Yeah but I can't place it,” he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb, my gaze locking there for some seconds and blinked to snap myself out of the momentary daze.

“So no idea who it was?” I interrogated, thinking he could give me an answer. “Must have been someone close...