Anastasia stopped. Their eyes met and on an instinct she knew that Darla was feeling... murderous. Shocked as hell, her breath hitched and her eyes grew wide. Aidan curled his hand around Darla's nape and forced her to look at him.
Relieved that Aidan was helping her, Anastasia closed her eyes, bent down and took a deep breath in. The red flowers around her turned pink. Anastasia felt as if she inhaled... passion.
Little did she know that the color from the flowers peeled away in a powdery form and floated in the air, swirling around her before entering her nostrils.
"What are you doing here?" came Kaizan's voice from behind.