“Why do I still scent a trace of Thaddeus—even when we’re away from him?” “I’m sure we hugged.” But she could feel her cheeks getting flushed. Was her heart speeding up? “You’re . . . lying. Why would you lie, unless . . .” His eyes shot flame-red. “No, Lothaire, it isn’t like that!” “Tell me what it was like,” he said softly before roaring, “or I’ll do murder!” “I-I kissed him.” “Then you’ve killed him.”
