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The wind was cold, chill enough to raise goosebumps on my skin. All I could see were Damien's eyes. They were green—Beautifully green, and the scent of him was close. It wasn't Hayden. I knew what Hayden smelled like, so even if Hayden could really act like Damien, then I'd know.
"Trying to confuse me? Throw bait, and see if I'll catch it?" I asked him, and he raised a brow.
"Who do you think I am? Hayden or Damien?" He asked, folding his arms.
"You're Damien. One hundred percent," I was completely confident when it came to that. "Another thing that can not be particular to Hayden is your scent. Humans do not register scents like you people here. We don't need to come close. We don't have to dim our senses, so we don't smell everyone and everything at once. We sniff people one at a time. You smell different from Hayden, and even if Hayden wore green contact lenses, and stood with you, I'd still pick you apart."
