The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef
"Ah, oh no, it burns, I'm melting. Satisfied?"
Amara shifted and her glare diluted. She obviously recognized the scent. "No," she grumbled.
"Well, you'll just have to live unhappy."
Her glare intensified again. Declan groaned. It was going to be a long trip. He sniffed the bottle again to see if he could get a better idea of what was in it. "Lavender, chamomile, St. John's Wort, and soothing herbs, oh, and lemon for some reason. It's safe. And it didn't hurt Nyxen either." Nor did he try to avoid getting it on him.
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