She took some small satisfaction in knowing she smelled horrific, but it wasn’t that smell he was reading. No, it was the scent that marked her as her—the smell of her lineage and blood and what and who she was. And if he said her name in front of these people … then she knew that Galan Ashryver would come running home. The guards would be on high alert, and that was not part of her plan at all.
