Julian's POV“Stop moving, Highness,” Raven said. “You'll smudge it.”“You are covered in me. I can still smell him.”“I'm covered in you from the shoulders down. Hold still.”I held still. It was the hardest thing I had done all morning, and I had been awake for twenty minutes.She was sitting on the edge of the washstand with her hair half pinned and her hands in my collar, and I stood between her knees with my forehead against hers. The sun had cleared the east tower. In two hours I would walk into the Hall of Judgment and face the man who had taught me to ride.All I could think about was the faint, sour, intolerable ghost of another man's breath along the side of her throat.“Julian.”“I know. I know.” My voice came out rough. “It is a thing the wolf does. It's instinct. It means nothing.”“It means something.”“It means he is a fool.” My hands found her waist. “He is a fool, and I am a jealous idiot, and the wolf wants to roll you in my shirts until you smell like nothing else.”
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