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The high fever, loss of power, new ability, and now new scent, it was all connected but to what? “What does it smell like?” I sniffed myself but it was almost impossible for a person to know their scent. We had to rely on others to tell us what we smelled like. “I don’t know.” He looked frustrated. I felt his frustration. This was out of his control and he didn’t know how to deal with it. “It’s familiar but –“ He shook his head. “Is it a bad smell?” I asked when he frowned again. “No, it’s just –“ He growled, his eyes flashing as his frustration mounted. “It’s something I have perceived before but I can’t –“ He couldn’t remember from where.

Sounded hazy. Liam didn't seem to hear my apology. He kept muttering to himself, clearly pissed off. He had a scent. He always had a scent. Every single living thing on the planet had it's own unique scent, but I couldn't perceive it. I could only smell the shampoo on his hair, but nothing else. He smelt like nothing. “Seriously bro, are you okay? You seem a little off this morning,” Liam asked, trying to substitute his anger for concern.

This was never what I had in mind. Figs and cinnamon. My senses are overloaded with the scent right now. It’s intoxicating to the point of making me sick. It’s coating my tongue, making me nauseous. Like when you pick of a bottle of great-smelling perfume, and decide to taste it to see if it tastes as good as it smells.

I replied, laughing even harder. She shook her head, but a small smile teased on her face as she turned back to the food. “Is that why you smell so good to me, then? Or is that just your cologne?” “I don’t wear cologne,” I told her. “None of us do. It interferes with our scents and our ability to smell properly.” “Oh,” she muttered. “Well, you smell fantastic too,” she said. “What do I smell like?” I asked her, curious to hear her answer, to know how much of my scent she could distinguish.

I tried to remember the last time I had smelled myself in the wind, the last time I had caught a whiff of my own scent and known it was mine. I could not remember. I had never perceived my scent since age sixteen or fifteen. I could not even remember which. The last time I did, I did not even remember the name of my scent. What had it smelled like? Flowers? Spice? Rain? I had no idea. It had been so long that the memory was gone, erased by years of nothing. "I cannot remember." I said. "It has been long." Adrian's eyes narrowed. He was watching me carefully, studying my face, reading something in my expression that I could not hide.

I demanded. He frowned and looked at the body on the floor before he spoke. "It has no smell." "What?" I asked. "The body does not have a scent...which is very odd." He squatted down beside the body taking a closer look. I sniffed with my hypersensitive nose and truth be told, there was no smell coming from it. I could smell the grass, I could literally taste the rustling leaves of the trees and I could also perceive the cold wet dew in the air but not the body.

"What is it?" "Why did you tell them to taste your food?" She started. "I have heard from the other maids that you are quite powerful and that your six senses are ten times stronger than the normal ones, so I'm sure that if she had put something in our meal, then you would have noticed. But still you asked her to taste it, why?" "You're right." I chipped. "I could easily detect what is in my meal if I wanted to, but there are substances that can alter our senses and make it so that I cannot perceive or trace any scent."

Laura was screaming and crying so hard that some people stopped her from running towards the fire, while others tried to put out the fire but it seemed like every time they poured water, the fire grew increased. “ Stop, I walked towards one of them trying to pour more water into the fire. I sniff the water and it reeks of oil. They poured oils into our water knowing we would try to use it to put out the fire”. How could they not have known there was oil in the water? What is wrong with their nose? We could smell someone from miles away but can’t perceive this”.

I asked in confusion. “Yeah. Is anything wrong?” Michael asked. My fingers trembled as the bottle slipped through them and fell to the ground. “What’s wrong, Arielle?” Dwayne asked as he walked over to us. “I.. I can’t taste it. I can’t taste anything,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Jared came in closer and held my hand. The three men exchanged dark glances among themselves. “I can’t taste anything. And… I can’t smell the ocean either,” I trembled, looking over the pier down to the water below.

A mixture of sandalwood and cigar hit my nose, and goosebumps appeared on my skin. “I am surely affecting your senses, aren’t I, beautiful?” he said, reaching for my face and stroking my cheeks. I closed my eyes and leaned to his touch. Much to my dismay, he was getting my attention. I came to my senses and pulled back from his hand. My heart was beating erratically. What is wrong with me? “You see? You might not belong to him after all. No matter what the mark says, or what you feel about him," he said as a matter of fact.