Climbing back into the SUV, Ulrich fired up the engine. He couldn't say what bothered him was not exactly honest, wouldn't be more like it. Whatever that scent was in the air, he knew that smell.
Against his upbringing and Elmer and Herbert's frequent warnings about witches, Ulrich doesn't trust Mora wholeheartedly. Maybe it was foolish of him, but he trusted his gut. It hadn't led him astray so far. Still, he wasn't ready to share weak speculation. He needed to chew on it for a while. He needed to know who had trapped him in the tunnel and taken his power. Either the woman was lying or she was telling the truth.
She was pretty spectacular to watch in action. She was graceful in her movements, with sword or fist, yet she was lethal, yet beautiful and innocent at the same time, and she had the scent of someone he would never forget. Worthy as his mate. Despite her pristine appearance, Mora didn't shy away from dirty work either.