“Lyva, will you do something for me? Even if you don’t understand why?” I ask, my voice quivers with fear. She can end all of this for me, put my mind at ease or shatter it completely.
I hold my breath. Please say yes.
“Of course.” She turns her full attention on me, shifting in her seat her hands fall limply to her lap. Gods bless her. Pryderi gets up to pull me back, but I hold a hand up that stops her. I hate having to pull rank, but this is important. My current grasp on sanity depends on it. She sits back down with a grunt of disapproval, mouth set in a grim line and her stare furious.
I ignore it.
“I want you to take a second to smell me and tell me if you think my scent has changed. Can you do that for me?” I hold a hand out for her to sniff. Her brows meet in confusion, but sh
