![]() ![]() ![]() The noise had come from her right, off the path, in a thicket of trees. Even without actively sniffing, her nose burned as if she'd snorted chili powder.īut her reluctance evaporated the moment she heard the shrieks of a wounded animal. The unexpected wave of late summer heat turned the scent rancid. The brief tang she'd caught had been like gargling coppery fire-it choked her. She'd forgotten to have Esmerelda remove the spell before she left the herpetarium. She hesitated to test the air again-not that she wasn't used to blood, she'd dealt with buckets of the thick red stuff when she was in charge of feeding the manticore, but her nose hadn't been enchanted for hyper sensing then like it was in that moment. ![]() She stuttered to a stop, her shoes scuffing gravel on the path. Pax smelled blood on the way past the fyrehound dome at the Portland Supernatural Zoo. Inquires may be addressed via email to CONTENTS No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form, or by any means, except by an authorized retailer, or with written permission of the publisher. All characters, places, and incidents described in this publication are used fictitiously, or are entirely fictional. ![]()
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