(LIAM'S POV)
Roland's eyes widened, and I saw the exact moment realization struck him like a physical blow. His hand shot out, gripping Dylan's arm. "The woman. The one Liam brought back from France."
Dylan's eyes went wide, his breath catching. "Yes. That's it. That's where I recognize the scent from."
I stared at them, my mind struggling to keep up. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me the scent in this room belongs to Marie? That's impossible. Marie is in the hospital. She can barely move, let alone break into a house and—"
"That scent," Dylan cut me off, his voice sharp, "is not human. It's elf."
The word hung in the air between us, heavy and impossible.
"Elf," I repeated, my voice hollow. "You're saying Marie is an elf?"
