Indeed, Evangeline sniffed at the cloak Lysandra kept wrapped around herself and scowled. “You smell terrible. All of you.” “Manners,” Lysandra admonished, but laughed. Evangeline put her hands on her hips in a gesture Aedion had seen Aelin make so many times that his heart hurt to behold it. “You asked me to tell you if you ever smelled. Especially your breath.” Lysandra smiled, and Aedion resisted the tug on his own mouth. “So I did.”
