Chapter 4

The whole room seemed to be dyed amber, so intense it almost messed with my senses.

I stood there, my heart pounding a little faster.

His presence was like a warm breeze, wrapping around me completely.

"Mr. Johnson, please begin your search," the host said.

I took a step forward, and the scent grew even stronger, so strong I could practically hear him breathing.

He was somewhere in the room, and I could tell he was nervous, too.

His presence drifted in and out, sometimes gentle like an evening breeze, sometimes blazing like a midsummer day.

"Ethan, can you try…