“Cedar.” “What?” Kieran blinked. “You feel like cedar.” He stared at me. “I feel like a tree?” “Not really. I mean, that’s just what your…imprint or whatever feels like to me. Something rich and woodsy, connected to the land.” I shrugged. “That’s the only way I know how to explain it.” “And what did Delano feel like? A featherlight sapling?” A laugh burst from me. “No. Not a sapling. He felt like…I don’t know. Like spring.” “And I feel woodsy.” “I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t have said anything.”
that what he gets for saying she smelt like death
