“Damn, cher, you still smell like a blossom. Been so long since I've seen a flower that I'd nearly forgotten what they smelled like." He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. "You're dressing up and using expensive perfume? Ole Jack senses a trap. Consider me snared.” FlirtingScentsJackKresley ColeEviePoison PrincessJacksonSnaredArcanna Chronicles Book:Poison Princess Source: Poison Princess