Kestrel's POV
The moment the door opens, there's a guy standing there who stares at me weirdly. His eyes lock onto mine and something in his expression shifts from confusion to recognition to fear, all in the span of a heartbeat. He's wearing a stained white tank top and gray sweatpants, and he smells like cheap beer and something else. Something medicinal and sharp.
"Who the f**k—" he starts, but his voice stutters and breaks. "How did you—"
I can perceive the scent I need and he's not the one. He's close to it like he's been standing next to the source, but he's not. So I push him aside without a word, my hand connecting with his chest and sending him stumbling backward into the wall.
"Hey!" he shouts, recovering quickly. "You can't just—"
But I'm already moving past him, entering t
