Chapitre 455: FOURTEEN YEARS OLD (6)

Hope began smelling herself, her hands, her sweatshirt, but she was not able to sense anything aside from her perfume. 

"What smell?" Hoper frowned. "I don't smell anything." 

Lana turned on the engine and the car started to move toward their house while both of them chatted inside. 

"You will not be able to smell it, but I am different, remember?" Lana glanced at the sullen Hope. 

"Yeah, I know that you are different." Hope rolled her eyes dramatically and turned on the radio, but it couldn't catch any program. "Is it broken?"

She was trying to divert Lana's attention from asking her about her new friends and the 'shifter smell' on her, because as creepy as it sounded, sometimes, Hope wondered if Lana could actually tell when she was lying. 

"No. It is hard to get a signal around here." Lana mumbled as she threw another glance at Hope.