Kingdom of Ash

scowled. “You smell terrible. All of you.”
“Manners,” Lysandra admonished, but
laughed.
Evangeline put her hands on her hips in a
gesture Aedion had seen Aelin make so many
times that his heart hurt to behold it. “You
asked me to tell you if you ever smelled.
Especially your breath.”
Lysandra smiled, and Aedion resisted the
tug on his own mouth. “So I did.”
Evangeline yanked on Lysandra’s hand,
trying to haul the shifter down the hall. “You
can share my room. There’s a bathing
chamber in there.” Lysandra conceded a step.
“A fine room for a guest,” Aedion muttered
to Ren, his brows rising. It had to be one of
the finest here, to have its own bathing
chamber.
Ren ducked his head. “It belonged to
Rose.”