It’s only this bad in the forest

The women had fallen asleep at some point, none of them stirring when Cyra returned—only Zane was awake.

He turned toward her, immediately catching the satisfied glow radiating from her.

“I can smell the thick stench of blood on you… Did you go on a killing spree?”

Zane’s brows furrowed as he leaned back, his nose wrinkling in disgust. No matter how well she cleaned up, the smell didn't fade.

Before he could retreat, Cyra wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged him close.

“Oh, so now you despise your wife?” Cyra sighed dramatically, eyes twinkling with laughter. “You don’t love me anymore.”

Zane squirmed in her grasp, face scrunching like a squeezed bun.

“Wife, I still love you—but my nose is suffering. Next time you go on a killing spree, please don’t get blood on you. I won’t come near you until the smell wears off,” he warned with a straight face.