Evander's POVThe mark sat low on my left hip, where a belt would cover it. My mother knew it was there because she had bathed me. Two old nurses knew, and my father. I had never shown it to a woman in my life, or I had never known myself to.Cold went down the backs of my arms.I went over those three lost days again, as I had a hundred times since the Longest Night, and found nothing in them but snow and a scent. My mother's women were watching me. The girl had lowered her eyes, and the flush had climbed into her ears."One more thing," I said. "That night. What did you smell of?"She bit her lip and turned her face aside, the way a shy girl would, and didn't answer.It was the old woman behind my mother's chair who did. Mistress Coyle had served the Queen since before I was born, and she spoke the way she did everything, as if it were already settled. "Your Highness will pardon me. I unpacked the young lady's trunk myself this morning. He
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