SAINT.
Why do people smell filthy when they are scared?
And why the f**k was I blessed with such a sick curse of being able to smell every shade of people's emotions so easily?
I guess that's the price I had to pay for being born on the cursed day of the Blood Moon. You wouldn't even want to know the half of the consequences I have been bearing just for being born on the wrong day.
The room reeked of filth. But I still didn't rush. I took my time, finished the stick of cigarette in my hand and disposed of it, before turning my attention to Eve.
Her throat worked as she swallowed a big lump.
Did I also mention that I hate when people try to fake bravery when it's already bleeding out of their eyes?
I held her sorry gaze that kept bouncing around the room like it was searching for an
