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The man followed her, drunk on her fragrance and the warmth of her eyes.

She led him through the caverns to the storeroom where the fragrance of herbs overwhelmed his nose, roused his senses. Arsenio drew his head up and watched her. He was unsure why she had led him there, but he was still willing to follow her.

A smile played at the edges of his lips.

Arsenio stepped toward her again, tired of the distance she had created. He wanted to be close. He did not want to waste the moment they had.