Chapter 37
Her brows furrowed at his words. "What do you mean by fiery temper? I'm perfectly good at controlling myself," she shot back, though her voice lacked its usual bite.
Rhydian opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly froze, his senses sharpening as a familiar scent hit him. It was soft and comforting, with a hint of wildflowers—unmistakably his mother's scent. Relief surged through him, so sudden and overwhelming that his chest ached with it. His hand unconsciously clenched at his side, fighting the urge to just bolt forward.
He forced himself to take a breath. "We're almost there," he said, keeping his voice steady. He glanced at Seraphina, his eyes more intense than before. "Stay close. We can't afford to slip up now."