Chapter 112. Blood to Match

Teyana’s POV

I woke up with my eyes still closed, stretching my hand to feel him, but he was no more there. All that was left of him was his scent. I expected that, yet, was disappointed.

I rolled over lazily till my chest was sprawled against where he had been laying, my nose inhaling his scent deeper than necessary like an obsessed lover.

His scent was still everywhere—a warm, addictive mix of his cologne and the faint scent of the shampoo he used. It clung to my pillow, to the sheets, to the air itself. It was almost enough.

A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. I didn’t expect I would miss him this quickly, this fiercely.

I had no idea if he left last night after I fell asleep or this morning, but my body felt like it had felt it him all night. Had he slept here?

My mind unwillingly drifted to Zayne, wondering where he had headed last night after leaving in such angry mood—his strip club? To Stacy? His lousy biker friends? Or his apartment?