**Damien**
I smell something. There’s something different here at the house. What is that faint scent I’m smelling?
The longer I stand here, the more I want to find the source of this scent. Why isn’t my brother Colt smelling it like I am?
“Marcus, is there someone new here?” I ask Marcus as Colt chats with him.
“Ah, yeah, Eva’s new nanny. She’s human, so we have to be a bit careful. Moved in yesterday. Very nice girl,” Marcus replies.
There’s a human here? I’ve smelled humans before, but they never smelled this nice. Usually, they use obnoxious perfumes that overwhelm their natural scent.
This scent is nice, almost like being at the beach and catching a whiff of suntan lotion. But it’s so faint; when was this nanny last here?
“What’s wrong with you?” Colt asks me.
Wrong with me? N
