Chapter 36: His scent

Dessy

"Where are you going?" Tristan asked when I rose to my feet, to check the strong patchouli scent hitting my nostrils.

I was forced to face him currently holding the doorknob. I said, "I'm just going to look outside. I want to figure out where we are."

He scanned all over me and said, "Don't take too long, other tenants might see you and they might think you came from the halloween party." He cleared his throat to manage his hoarseness.

I glared at him, to the fact that I was only wearing a black cloak which made my aura even more gothic. I twisted the door and pushed myself out. But it's odd, the scent is gone. 'And where the hell is he again?' Siree asked out of annoyance.

'I wouldn't be surprised if he followed us all along and keep hiding,' I smirked.

'I appreciated his persistence, but is it right that we let him chase?'

I huffed. 'I wouldn't be looking for him right now if I wanted him to keep chasing. It doesn't suit him as a prince. And one more thing, is if he wants to