Of Sword & Silver (A Conqueror's Kingdom, #1)

by January Bell

“You have been cursed. A curse of Hrakan. A curse…” she pauses and I lean forward, my nerves jumpy and frayed, “a curse of death.” Her voice falls to a whisper. My nose scrunches. “How sure are you? Ninety percent? Fifty? Give me the odds.”

And I definitely do not notice he does, in fact, smell much, much better. I sniff at my own armpit surreptitiously because now I wonder if I smell terrible. Better to smell terrible, though. Safety in stink, or something.