I drew up short, cursing under my breath. “What?” Casteel followed. “There’s a dead Craven on my cloak.” I sighed heavily. “That was an especially inconvenient place for it to fall.” He nudged it off the cloak, but the damage was already done. I could see and smell the rotten blood staining the garment. “If I put that on, I will vomit,” I warned him.
