Atlas smiled when she came in, and nodded. "Go right ahead," he said, giving the sauce a stir before walking over to the table. "I'll take a glass as well, if you don't mind."
He leaned in to kiss her cheek, then frowned when he saw her face. "What's wrong?" he asked, slipping a hand around her waist. "Min? What happened?" He moved in to hug her, take in her scent, but his nostrils were assaulted by a different smell. Something. . . Min. Something. . . male. It was too different from her, so it couldn't have been a relative. Who had she been close enough to to be covered in his stench like this?