Third Person POV
Damon’s face cleared and he hurried off, while Lucian began to sniff out Rosalie’s scent. Because it was outdoors and there was quite a gust of wind outside, it was difficult to discern hers from the rest that drifted towards his nostrils, but he did detect a faint hint of hers and it didn’t lead inside, but rather further along the grounds.
Therefore, when Damon came scurrying back, a dejected look on his face, Lucian already knew what his friend was going to say.
“She’s not in the bathroom, is she?” he said grimly, beginning to walk across the grass, his nostrils flaring as he continued to pick out her specific scent.
“No,” Damon said anxiously “and nobody has seen her come inside.”
He too, began to pick out Rosalie’s scent. Due to the nature of his work, he was muc
