Without thinking much, Kaya leaned a little closer, breathing in that scent. It helped mask the rotting stench nearby, wrapping her in a kind of strange calm. And then, as if a spark went off in her head, she smiled.
Of course. She was a genius.
Cutie blinked at her, confused — until about ten minutes later.
Veer, lying on his side a short distance away, glanced at them with gritted teeth.
Cutie looked completely helpless, his face slightly flushed.
Meanwhile, Kaya was snuggled comfortably in his arms, nose buried against his chest, finally able to breathe without gagging.
Veer glared at Cutie and made a sharp hand signal—thumb across his throat.
Cutie glanced first at Kaya, who was curled up and already half-asleep against him, then looked back at Veer and gave a small, smug smirk.
