Chapter 164 The Wrath Of Quentin

• Harvey couldn't help but lift his hand, place it beneath his nose, and take a sniff. He detected a subtle, pleasing scent.
• He knew it was the unique scent of Cassandra lingering on his hand from the moment they shook hands.
• Strangely enough, both he and his inner wolf were quite fond of that scent. It was a refreshing and refined fragrance, much like Cassandra's own demeanor, that made him want to take in more of it.