"Is there anything else?" Rory asked, her tone neutral as she turned back.
Paros's relaxed gaze lingered on her face instead of answering right away.
For a fleeting moment, his thoughts drifted elsewhere. Unlike most females in the interstellar beast domains, she carried none of the sharp, artificial fragrance of advanced skincare serums.
There was only a clean, natural scent—subtle, fresh, and strangely soothing. One didn't need to lean close to notice it; merely standing near her was enough. It was understated, yet deeply captivating.
He found himself wondering where that scent came from.
After a brief pause, he looked at her more intently and asked, "Do you know what kind of person Dax is?"
Rory nodded. "He said he belongs to the Blood Moon Fox."
