“The one beside you?” He sniffed the air. “Nothing more than a heathen. An overgrown dog.” The King sneered. “Disgusting.” “Disgusting?” I repeated. “The one beside me comes from the line of those given mortal form by Nyktos himself. The one who stands to your left reeks of decay and rot.” The Revenant frowned. “I do not.” He plucked at the front of his tunic. “Rude.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” I stared up at the Blood King. “Is it you who taints the air instead?”
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