Rymora didn't even try to stop him. Her hands only trembled faintly against his chest, her mind spinning as she tried to calm her pounding heart. It was already good enough that he hadn't picked up on her scent — the subtle trace of wolf blood that lingered beneath her skin — which the king himself seemed to have noticed instantly. Either that, or Drehk had chosen to ignore it. Maybe he saw no reason to mention it, or maybe, terrifyingly enough, he didn't care.
