C49 Craving

ALARIC

Sydney’s office smelled like her.

I hated how I noticed that. The faint sweetness of her perfume lingered in the air, a ghost of her presence even though she’d only just stepped out to check on some paperwork in the design room. Every time she left, I found myself pacing, restless, like a caged animal.

I should have been working. I should have been grateful for her absence. Instead