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Chapter 31 The Scent of Her

TRISTAN

I stood with my arms crossed tight to keep from wringing Priestess Naima’s neck while she hummed at her brass bowl like it was about to tell her everyone’s secrets. Zion’s hair clippings sizzled inside it, curling up like dying spiders. Lovely.

Adrian leaned against the far wall, trying so h...