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"In fact, that one's scent smelled a little bit like a cross between yours, Rufias, and Tando's. Isn't that weird?" "Like mine... but also like his?" Rufias repeated bemusedly. "That seems oddly specific, and also very unlikely. Are you sure you're deciphering it correctly, Cillium?" "I am" Cil replied adamantly. "I have a very good memory for smells. Remember, they're about all I had for most of my life while I was trapped down there." I couldn't argue with that. "So: like a mix between the two of them. Is there anything else you can tell us about that scent? Do you have, I don't know… any other smells that you associate with it?"

Before Eric Khol finished speaking, James Steinbeck interrupted him. "Senior Steinbeck, don't worry. I don't mean to teach you a lesson. Besides, I don't have the guts." Eric Khol tried hard to raise the corner of his mouth and said, "In my opinion, this Caspian can always keep a distance from you because he can smell your smell. Then judge the general distance based on the smell." "Huh?" James Steinbeck suddenly frowned. "Why is it the smell? Why can't he see it with his eyes? And it's so far away. How can he smell it?"

But time began to answer and open the door of destiny for me. I stood in front of the window, not to look at the view outside there. But felt something different inside of me. I could smell the scent carried by the wind so well, and I could even distinguish between some of them. For example, I can differentiate between human and animal fragrances. I can even feel how far the animal or human is from me.

Devrim walked out of the bathroom and stopped next to the bed to look down at me. “I don’t feel like—” “You need to,” he growled. “You smell like those humans.” “Oh.” I sighed and tried to find the strength to sit up. “You know, our sense of smell isn’t as good as yours. I can’t smell those men like you can.” I looked back at him. “Dev, I really don’t have the strength.” His lips tilted up into a sympathetic smile as he leaned over me. “You’ll feel a bit better once you eat something.”

Jayden rolled his eyes. I simply laughed and decided to tell him why I couldn't make breakfast for him. “Jayden, I have been feeling sick anytime I smell meat or chicken broth. I know how much you like them in your food, but I cannot stand the smell these days,” I explained. I was already feeling irritated, just from thinking about the smell. It wasn't just the smell of boiled chicken or meat, but also the smell of soap. That irritation started three days ago. The orange scent of the soap made my stomach churn.

I knock down one of the bottles while groping for the things I need. I pick up the bottle and smell it's contents. My nose fails to sense a thing. Could it be the bottle of water? I take a sip of it and it turns out to be the herbs. I spit out the liquid as it was only meant to be applied on wounds. Why couldn't I smell it? Did I lose my sense of smell too? Last I checked the herbs had an unpleasant scent. I should have been able to smell it if I still had my sense of smell.

"You waited." "You came back," Elion rasped. "You escaped." "I stole a motorcycle." Elion laughed. It turned into a cough. "Badass." "Reckless." Cale rolled off him. He lay on the wet floor, staring at the ceiling. "The gas," Cale said. "I smelled it. Even from the road. The almond scent." "I thought you lost your sense of smell?" "I lost taste," Cale said. "Smell is still online."

“I just came to say goodbye.” My brows furrowed. “Goodbye?” I restated, quite unsure if I heard her correctly. “Yeah, goodbye,” she assured me, snacking her lips. “You know, I might not be a werewolf like the lot of you, I don't have a keen sense of smell, and I'm not lucky enough to know my fated mate just by touch or scent. But one thing I know very well is the latest edition of the eucalyptus scented perfume you got recently.”

He smelt of smoking wood and tantalizing barbecue. His wasn't the only smell in the air! Aria can also notice someone was burning trash nearby, small insects chirping in the night, a couple dancing to a French song as they sang along; even the crisp wave of rolling over wind and the sound of falling tap water in the kitchen. Besides this, she felt nauseated as her nostrils crinkled with the smell of dry blood.

Once I focus, I can begin to detect words, a flowing conversation. But mostly it's the smells. I can smell the dust, the air, and the awful smell of my clothes with sharpness and clarity. But even stronger is the aroma of three mysterious objects, each more breathtaking than the last. One looks like peppermint and the other like a delicious ripe banana. But the last one is the most wonderful; a strange combination of flavors that I cannot distinguish, but intoxicating nonetheless. In an instant, I feel a strange connection to this smell, making it different from the others. In a hurry, my feet begin to run excitedly, fleeing towards the source.