But then, just as she was about to toss another glare his way, something unusual tickled Kaya's senses—the earthy scent of rain-kissed soil. Soft, warm, familiar… yet completely out of place in this dry clearing.
Her nose twitched ever so slightly as she paused. Then, narrowing her eyes, she turned to him and muttered suspiciously, "Are you using something? Some weird new cologne or what?"
Veer blinked, visibly caught off guard. He sniffed his shirt like a confused puppy. "Huh? No. I mean, do I smell different? Do I smell good different or 'I stepped into a swamp' different?"
Kaya rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "Forget it." She spun on her heel with that signature flick of her braid, already brushing him off like lint.
But before she could take her second step, Veer was there—right in front of her again. Like a shadow that disobeyed the sun.
She arched an eyebrow. "You've got one second to move before I test how hard your skull is."
