Lyla
"Are you crazy?" Circe snapped, turning to face Kyren with disbelief written across her face. "Didn't you just hear what I said? They're onto me. They're desperately looking for me because my cover was blown..."
"And yes, they didn't see your face, but they captured your scent," Kyren finished for Circe, his tone matter-of-fact as always. "Yeah, I heard you loud and clear. Besides, I'm not crazy. I am smart."
"I don't think so," Circe scoffed, folding her hands. "I won't be granting that request, sir."
"Hear me out first before you conclude," Kyren said. "Now, they didn't see your face. They cannot prove that you're the same person they're looking for, and we all know that these days, scents can be deceiving. It's easy for anyone to smell like any supernatural creature with shifting spells, potion fogs or even essence cloaks."
"So you want Circe to confuse them?" I asked, trying to wrap my mind around what Kyren was suggesting. The idea seemed both brilliant and dangerous.
