But what if Angoulême’s plans had changed? What if there were more trolls with them than we expected? Roland had to be first, because at least my friends could handle Lessa and the others if they had to. When would he take one? What would it do? “We’ll only get one chance to attack them.” And I wasn’t entirely confident I could take down more than one troll at a time. The seeds of magic had disappeared into one of his pockets, but I felt their presence acutely. “Closer than I’d like.” I nibbled on my thumbnail, watching Tristan go to the far side of the table. “Not a problem.” Vincent hefted one of the perfume bottles and pretended to throw it at Marc’s head. The blood must come in contact with their skin.” “All that matters is that they break at the right time. It smelled overpoweringly floral, and I wrinkled my nose. “As well as anything,” I replied, picking one up. “Will these do?” she asked, eyes running over my face and making me doubt how well I’d fixed my cosmetics. Our friends waited in the council chambers, all four of them staring at the row of perfume bottles Sabine had tracked down. And whether an hour or a lifetime passed, I needed to be able to close my eyes and have it be her who filled them. Because it could be the last time I ever held her.
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