#Chapter 82: You Have To Wait

I smell it before I really think about why Lyra is likely so upset. It’s thunder storming, Nyktos is driving crazy, it’s late and she’s still up and outside. She has any number of reasons to be crying.

But that smell.

Yeah, that’s definitely poop. And it is pungent.

Even in the dark car, lit only by the lights of the dash and the occasional street or headlight, I can see the way Nyktos's face pale