Excerpt for Bound by War
He was used to the odors of blood, sweat, and the atmospheric bitter
scent of a discharged phasers. Added into that was often anger, which had its
own acidic flavor. He’d lived with that one for longer than he cared to
remember. But this scent made him hunger for something he’d never had
before: a partner.
He forced his brain to wade through the fogginess of pain medication,
plus dehydration, and reason this out. He discreetly inhaled, and it finally
dawned on him.
What he smelled remined him of the ocean and the Ne Reyn. But this was
fresh and invigorating, unlike many of Ne Reyn who now carried the scent of
anger and fear thanks to a civil war.
This scent was different. Gentler. There was sweetness to it. Unsoiled.
It called to him, invading the darkest part of his soul, and teased him with a
promise. He just didn’t know a promise of what, though. It had been unit years since
anything had touched the very core of him.
