Phineus disobeyed his sister and said, thick with amusement, “Anyone else unable to ignore how different the princess smells?” Elion nudged him. “I’m right here,” I needlessly drawled. “You can’t smell it.” Phineus said to the others, “You must admit the way it screams is distracting.” That was true. I failed to notice anything different about my scent. Beside me, Pholly sighed, kicking at a cream rock. It skittered over the cobblestone into the shadowy doorstep of a jeweler. “Only males get a rise out of such archaic nonsense.” “Don’t worry, Phol.” Elion’s smirk was bright in the dark.
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