“The only thing that gets me high is the musky scent of my enemy's fear”
“My nipples tightened as I breathed in his musky scent mixed with cologne. I didn’t recognize the brand, but it spoke to something inside me. It whispered come closer, and my heart pounded harder.”
“Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could. ”
“There were no larks anymore. There was only the setting sun spreading blood up the sky and the yowl of hounds on a breast-high scent.”
“There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.”
“My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me. Inside me is the un-me”