“As for my getting in, that’s not a problem. If I show myself in a guise they recognize, they will be very anxious to take me back in and finish what they began.” He tried for laughter but abruptly fell silent. I wondered if he had frightened himself. I sought for a distraction. “You smell like her.” “What?” “You smell like Amber. It’s a bit unnerving.” “Like Amber?” He lifted his wrist to his nose and sniffed. “There’s barely a trace of attar of roses there. How can you smell that?” “I suppose there’s still a bit of the wolf in me. It’s noticeable because you usually have no scent of your
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