No. No freaking way. “Is it me?” I said again. “Do you think I smell?”
He cursed. “No, not smell exactly.”
“What!” I shot up. “You think I stink?” I couldn’t believe it.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “It’s not that you stink, it’s more that your scent, well, it kind of…repels me.”
“What!” I shrieked again. “I’m repellent?”
“You’re making it sound worse than it is,” he said.
“How is that possible? It sounds pretty horrific any way you put it.” I spun to him. “You truly think I stink? Oh gods, do all the hounds think I smell?”
“Roxy—”
“Lothar, tell me.”
“No…just me.”
I gripped the covers more tightly. “So right now, you want to?—”
“Roxy, fuck. It’s fine most of the time, but in an enclosed space like this?—”
“Oh gods, you want to throw up and run the fuck away, don’t you?”
“I don’t want to throw up,” he said roughly.
He wanted to get as far away from me as fast as he could. “Is it helping with the window open?”
“Yeah.”
My face was burning with humiliation, and I quickly rolled away from him. I couldn’t believe this. What the hell was going on? Why would I smell bad to Lothar?—
It hit me like I’d run headfirst into a brick wall. I was going to kill Lucifer!
“We good?” Lothar muttered sleepily.
“Yep. Fine.” I would never be fine again.
Lothar’s breathing evened out, asleep in minutes, and as soon as I was sure he wasn’t going to wake up, I snatched up my phone from the bedside table.
Roxy: You made me stink!
Luci: I did no such thing.
An actual answer from him. At least that was something.
Roxy: Lothar said I stink.
Luci: Ahh, then yes, I did do that.
I bit back my scream of rage.
Roxy: Why would you do that?
Luci: Better to be safe than sorry.
My repellent stench to Lothar was a safety measure?
