Damien
I smell something. There is something different here at the house. What is that faint scent I am smelling?
The longer I am standing here, the more I want to find the source of this scent. Why isn’t my brother Colt smelling this scent like I am?
“Marcus, is there someone new here?” I ask Marcus as Colt is chatting away with him.
“Ah, yeah Eva’s new nanny. She is human so we have to be a bit careful. Moved in yesterday. Very nice girl.” Marcus said.
There is a human here? I have smelled humans but they never smelled this nice. Usually they use these obnoxious perfumes to give them a scent.
This scent it’s nice, almost like I’m at the beach and you smell the suntan lotion on people. But so faint, when was this nanny last here?
“What’s wrong with you?” Colt asked me.
Wrong with
