The journey back took them longer as they didn't run anymore. Hope's new incredible sense of smell picked up a familiar scent that she was so accustomed to. Under the opened leaf canopy, there stood Drake with the sunlight caressing his black hair. He had his left elbow bent, holding his left hand on his chest. From that arm hung her robe she left there on the ground.
Hope: The Beast Mistress
Fantasy Romance · HelenBold