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Chapter 9 - Bhakti

The scent that I wake up to, mint mixed with cedarwood and bergamot, is the most delectable scent I’ve ever smelled. Comforting and intoxicating and…familiar? Why do I know this scent?

Ok, obviously it’s because my mate is someone I know. I’ve smelled this scent my whole life. But I can’t quite place it. Something in the back of my mind is niggling at me, trying to tell me something, but I can’t bring it to the forefront of my brain. And it doesn’t really matter. Nothing does but finding the source of that smell.

I jump out of my bed, not caring that I’m wearing a form fitting tank top and extremely short pajama pants, my hair unbound and flowing down my back. It doesn’t matter who sees me like this. I just have to find the source of that smell.

I fly out of my house, not caring how much noise that I’m making. I know that I’m waking up the entire household, but I don’t care.

The door slams open as I run down the steps at the front of the house. My nose is in the air, sea
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