Chapter 166 Abelia

• Hunter’s P.O.V.
• We stop in the middle of a path made out of paver stones and pebbles, just to admire the Dwarf Butterfly bushes to our left and watch as all kinds of butterflies come and go. The scent of Abelia enters my nostrils and I smile as I smell the spicy-sweet fragrance.
• It is a scent I have enjoyed my whole life and Mom eventually planted a few near my bedroom window. Not everyone loves the scent, but I can envelop myself with it all day long.