Author’s POV:

The Triplets couldn’t think of anything else except to find where that scent was coming from. It drew them in, calling on them like a sweet melody. They were enthralled by the scent. Nothing mattered anymore.

“Upstairs?” the manager repeated, a little confused.

“Are there any workers left inside the orphanage?” Jaxon asked as Jackson took a few steps forward, sniffing the air.

The manager gasped as she saw the color of the Triplets eyes. It was the red color of ...