Chapter 42

SCOTT POV

I wake up early. Honey and cinnamon have filled my room. The smell is intoxicating, and it is pouring from the delicate flower in my arms. I feel strange. All my senses are heightened. The room looks clearer. I can hear Lisa in the kitchen, and I can even smell her.

I untangle myself from Moira slowly, kissing her forehead before my feet land on the floor. I pull on a pair of sweatpants and exit my room as quietly as possible. Once I am in the hall, I am hit with a masculine presence. I sniff the air and find a strong pine scent mixed with honeysuckle.

My instincts immediately tell me who the scent belongs to, Emmett. Shit, I'm dead. I walk to the kitchen silently. Preparing for my death. Lisa is the only one I see, so I slowly relax.

"Morning Lis," I say curiously. Lis is rarely ever here in