River hadn’t planned on venturing out of the suite once the sour smell of pheromones started to hit his nose. He’d heart the scents described as sweet, or enticing by many species that experiences heats before but every time he’d been around a creature afflicted he had wanted nothing more than to pinch his own nose in distaste.
So why was he out now? He was cursing himself out and asking that question as he pushed at the hybrid sniffing at his neck. Out in the world River was unused to be cornered by creatures stronger than him. They were certainly out there, of course, but thousands of years of experience meant he was adept at avoiding them or getting the upper hand if they were necessary for a game. But this castle was crawling with all manner of dangerous monsters whose raw strength outpaced his own even uncollared.
The reaper growled back at the vampire hybrid who had him cornered - apparently the wrong move as his attacker only became more aggressive. Just as River feared he was going to have to get a bit nastier to fight back a familiar face rounded the corner and their eyes met. Nikolas. He hadn’t seen the other man since he’d arrived at the castle but River wanted to kiss him right about now.
“I could use a little help here.”