He mustered his strength to compose himself. He looked at the witch and then to the girl who smelled like jasmine. There was something in her that he couldn't understand. He met a lot of women but she was different. He never had this feeling before.
The jasmine scent was just a common perfume for women but he couldn't explain why her scent was making him crazy. He felt the urge to touch her every time he looked at her.
"Is she really a demon?" He curiously asked.
