Carrion laughed off the offer, and his scent hit the back of my nose—not necessarily offensive, but very, very obvious. It was pungent as wine and rich as perfume. I knew the others smelled it, too, from the way they all started politely breathing though their mouths. This is what they’d all been smelling on me whenever Fisher and I were together? Gods alive, that was mortifying.
LMAOOOO IM FUCKING WEAKKK
