54| You Are Mine.

"So why is your scent the only thing clouding the borders?" Harry asks in a serious tone as he leans forward in his chair.

I knew it. I knew something wasn't right.

"What do you mean? I don't understand." I try to make sense of the situation, but I can't.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me, Isla." He drawls in an agitated tone.

"I know for certain that you're incredibly weak to perform spells that could make you be in two different places at the same time. That could've been the only logical explanation, but it can't be. And you're not a witch."

"So tell me. You were in your room all night, so how and why is your scent clouding my borders?" Harry stands up from the chair.

"Are you sure that it's my scent?" I ask.

"Don't give me that bullshit. I checked myself." He snaps, waving me off, and I start to fiddle with my fingers.

"Why is your scent all over my borders?" He asks again, but this time he does it slowly, emphasizing each word.

I take a deep breath and flex my shoulders, trying to ea