Chapter 152: Court in the Square
The square still smelled faintly of sugar and smoke, a leftover perfume from the night's revelry. Lanterns hung limp from their hooks, their runes dimmed for daylight, and a few straggling stalls had already begun to fold away their wares. The pack moved around the edges like workers clearing a stage after a play, soft-footed, efficient, and a little bleary-eyed.
Orion had not wanted to come. He had told himself as much twice on the walk from the gate, and Tobias had laughed at both refusals.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Orion asked at one point as they continued their walk towrds the festival grounds.
"You smell… odd. Sweet. Like grapes and..." Tobias waved a hand. "Like cake. You don't have a sweet tooth like Lysander does so, I'm trying to understand why you smell like that."
Orion sniffed the air around Tobias. "And you smell like someone who has issues with his mate. What went on with you and Sam?"
