Chapter 32
“It’s not smelly. It’s fragrant,” my sister explained as she squirted two healthy dollops onto the underside of my borrowed boots.
“Wow, that’s....” However Michael intended to finish his sentence, we’d never know because he dissolved into a sneezing fit.
In contrast, I found myself leaning in closer. My twin was right. The perfume smelled nice. Musky and sweet and subtly floral.
I reached for my pelt...or, rather, for the spot around my neck where my pelt usually hung.
My hand came up empty. Right. That’s why the perfume didn’t choke me up the way it did Michael.
“Can I open a window?” the kid begged. Tears streamed down his cheeks.
Grace’s growl was almost wolf-like as she flung up the sash. “There, better?”
Apparently not. Michael ended up with his entire head hanging
