It explained so much. You and I are nothing but beasts wearing human skins. Lysandra turned her attention to Aelin. “No one knows this. Not even Arobynn.” Her face was hard. A challenge and a question lay in those eyes. Secrets—Nehemia had kept secrets from her, too. Aelin didn’t say anything. Lysandra’s mouth tightened as she turned to Rowan. “How’d you know?” A shrug, even as Aelin felt his attention on her and knew he could read the emotions biting at her. “I met a few shifters, centuries ago. Your scents are the same.”
