Chapter 32 Chapter thirty two

Elara's POV

“You’re saying my scent is pure?” I sniff myself. “I don’t smell anything.”

“I’m telling you, it’s true,” Mary insists. “And if you don’t believe me, you can ask Lucien. You smell strong. No other way to explain it.”

“But I’m not strong,” I remind her, exasperated.

She shrugs.

“Don’...