Jasper POV
As I returned to the palace, Scott’s comment relentlessly echoed in my mind. “He was running up the length of the back hall with his nose in the air. I am not sure what he was trying to smell. When he turned the corner, he disappeared like a wisp of smoke in the wind. He was just gone.”
The peculiar image of someone vanishing so mysteriously, nose lifted as if catching an imperceptible scent, gnawed at my thoughts. “His nose in the air. He just disappeared like a wisp of smoke in the wind.”….. “His nose in the air. He just disappeared like a wisp of smoke in the wind.”
Over and over, I replayed Scott’s words, convinced that we were overlooking a crucial detail. “We are missing something,” I muttered, trying to piece everything together. What could he have been smelling? Was
