KolI remembered that night vividly. Lira stood in front of the mirror, while fixing the clasp of the locket around her neck, just above her collarbone. I was behind her, folding my arms and watching with a lazy half-smile tugging at my mouth."You changed your perfume," I said casually.She glanced at me in the mirror. “I didn’t wear any.”“Lira.” I chuckled, walking closer until I was standing behind her. “Don’t lie to me.”She raised a brow. “I’m not. That’s just me.”I leaned in, breathing her in, subtle, sweet, a little musky with a hint of warmth.“Well,” I murmured, “your body’s scent smells better than anything you could ever buy.”She smiled faintly. “Thank you.”I hadn’t thought about that in a long time. And now, that was exactly the scent I was following. Not perfume. Not soap. Her. And so I crouched behind the wheel of my motorcycle, sniffing the air for that particular scent.We’d been driving for days, but this morning, the scent grew stronger, more tangible. Her trail
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