“What is this stench?” Rosabella tried to cover her nose with the sleeve of her top while holding the sword with another hand.
I was covering my nose with the pashmina but the nauseating smell was still very persistent.
On the other hand, Oliver looked unfazed by the rotting smell.
"Where is it coming from?" I asked, trying my best not to gag.
"Why are we still standing here?" Rosabella had annoyance in her voice, which was right considering she was barely able to cover her nose with the sheer material.
"Because this is where I saw the man coming."
"But nothing is here except for this foul smell," my voice came muffled from pressing the cloth on my mouth. I was trying my best to stop the smell from getting anywhere near me but no matter what I did, I could feel the stench entering
