Chapter 65

‘When he said specific, he definitely meant it.’ I grimaced, trying not to inhale deeply when the intoxicating scent of black cherries mixed with something rich and purely male flooded my senses.

I clearly hadn’t experienced his scent before, because I surely would have remembered how it made me weak at the knee’s, my mouth watering for something—something I couldn’t put my finger on.

The first time I had been here, during that memory with Apollo and Day, I hadn’t had time to truly look around.

His room, though similar in size and layout to my own, was covered in shades of ivory and obsidian. Darkness clung to the corners of the room, lingering in heavy shadows, despite the fact that sunlight streamed in from all corners.

His also looked much more lived in, with papers and books scattered across the table, and various items on a dresser beside his bed.

It was one of those items that caught my attention.

A box of pure obsidian, the ston