Aphrodite
“You're late,” I spoke in a bored tone. He chuckled, pushing back the dark strands of hair that fell over his forehead with his fingers.
“I’m so sorry for keeping everyone waiting. I got stuck in traffic,” he replied, walking over to the table and pulling out a seat for himself. I snickered, looking away from him and down at the documents spread out in front of me on the table.
I paused when that weird scent wafted into my nostrils. There it was again, and this time I was sure it was from Elijah, but the problem was why it smelled familiar and why I couldn't remember it. I blinked, clearing my head to focus on the task at hand.
“Now that we're all here, let's get right into it,” I said, quickly handing out the questionnaires Brielle had insisted I distribute to the candidates
