‘Your mother smells different than the others,’ Dave echoed in my head.
He was right. What happened to her? She seemed… better. Her scent flowed like a clear stream of water trickling down its path. Rejuvenated even, as if she managed to shed the heaviness that once cloaked her… that kept her from me. The others were as I remembered them—tainted and rotten—and this made her stand out even more.
The present situation held no threat for us, not with three gods, and whatever Chronos was b