"—AND APPARENTLY IT'S SOME PROPHECY WEAPON! AND I SMELL LIKE PESTOOOOO!" I wailed.
Full breakdown mode. Ugly crying. Shoulders shaking. Snot mixing with demon blood. "I WANT A SHOWER!" I sobbed into my hands. "I WANT SOAP! I WANT SHAMPOO! I WANT MY CUCUMBER BODY WASH! NOT THIS—THIS—SWAMP FART SMELL!"
Alex hesitated—then gently wrapped his cloak around me. "It's okay," he murmured.
Quiet. Soft. Devastatingly gentle. "We'll get you clean. I promise."
That was all it took. More tears. More wailing. More emotional catastrophe.
Meanwhile Chubby sat on my head like a rude crown and muttered, "You mortals are so dramatic."
Jin punched a boulder. Coffi glared at every corpse like they insulted her grandmother. Henry handed me a cookie for emotional support. And me? I sobbed into Alex's chest smelling like death and pesto—the newly discovered prophecy girl with fart-powered Spirit Qi. Perfect. Just perfect.
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ALEX POV
