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... ax closed the remaining distance between them in two silent strides. He didn’t even touch him
He simply let go.
The air around Dax shimmered with the sudden, overwhelming release of his pheromones. The rich, intoxicating aroma of dark spiced rum, aged in shadow and bitterness, flooded the space. It was thick enough to taste, to feel on the skin like an oil, seeping into the porous concrete of the motel, the cracked asphalt, and the very fibers of Adonis’s ill-fitting clothes.
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