Chapter 89 Marco Comes

Tanya's POV Dorian's sinister smile prickles my skin with a sense of unease and discomfort. To once again face the man who was first sent to kill me unearths a primal fear within me. He's like a predator, and I'm the prey, a wide-eyed doe, helpless and alone, away from my herd. "Don't be afraid darling. I'm not here to hurt you," his remark is sly, and he knows that his statement barely lessens the panic he's induced, but he continues speaking anyways. "I only asked Eric to invite you here." I scoff breathlessly. "Invite isn't the word I'd use." His lips upturn into a smirk. "But I've been so desperate to meet you. I need a favour," I remain silent as he explains his request. "I would like you to make a bottle of perfume for me. It's all I ask for, nothing more and nothing less. And you won't be harmed." It's his final sentence that sticks out the most. Either way, something in my gut tells me that this simple perfume -knowing Dorian- must be something destructive. I can't ima