The Blood That Calls to Me
Lyra's POV
"She smells like my mother."
The words left my mouth, and the whole clearing went silent and Kael's hand tightened on my arm.
Darius stared at me like I just said something impossible and even Ronan stopped moving.
Around us, the battle was dying and the last sound of fighting faded into groans, heavy breathing, and the crackle of fire from broken torches.
Bodies lay across the ground, some were rogues, some were masked attackers, some were Kael's men, and some were Darius's.
Blood stained the dirt, smoke hung low between the trees and my stomach twisted but all I could still smell was her.
That woman, that silver mask, that scent, I knew it.
Kael then turned me toward him. "Lyra, look at me."
I did but his face was ha
