When I walked into school this morning, I didn’t know what I was smelling. It was clean, sweet, and it drew me in like never before. I had walked toward it before I could stop myself. Then I saw her and knew this was what they were all talking about—her scent. Alexis Turner. I was all but frozen at the sight of her. She was beautiful, her hair a light golden brown that was up in a loose messy bun, little wisps of it falling around her amber eyes. I had never seen eyes like that in all my life. It might mean something, a hint at what she was, but what, I didn’t know. I held my breath, but I
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