Glowering at her, the dangerous Marid stopped inches before her, his height causing her to crane her neck back. The smell of leather and spice enveloped her and Ari hated that it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant scent. 'Is the Seal trying to take control of you, Ari Johnson?'
His perceptive question made her choke on a gasp and she took a step back, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She wished she knew if it was from his question or his proximity. 'It does that when I feel I might be in danger.' "