A Curse On Lucas {9/10}

"Her smell is compared to sweet lavender. It is not intoxicating," he retorted, telling Lucas to keep his thoughts to himself.

'She is feminine, does not smell like lavender, Lucifel,' Lucas corrected and added, 'Perhaps, the wolfsbane had possessed your sense of smell.'

Lucifel continued to stare at her, his body deep immersed in the water, when he saw her pull out from the river, he jolted up a little. "How could she be clean just like that," he asked Lucas, this time, his voice came out.

'Why don't you ask her yourself?'