Andor.
The cold breeze from the sea picked up the moment I said that. It was as if they were jubilating that I was capable of asking for forgiveness.
"Is that the reason that you came all this way?" Bjorn wondered, and I nodded my head back.
He sighed. "I must admit I am a bit surprised to hear this."
I chuckled. "What part?"
"That you came all this way without a grudge and had no grudges." He explained. Then, suddenly, he started to sniff around me as if he smelled shit from somewhere.
"Why are you sniffing?" I asked.
"I have had this foul smell in my nose for a while now. I am trying to figure out where it is coming from." He responded.
"What does it smell like?" I responded.
"Death." He said softly. Then he zeroed in his eyes at me.
At that moment, I realized what he was talking about. He had no idea that I was now a vampire hybrid and was still getting accustomed to my new scent.
