Viviane’s POV
I’m shaking so violently I feel like my bones must be rattling in my skin. “he’ll smell me.” I whisper desperately. We’d been counting on any rogues we’d meet to be strangers, but Mordred is no stranger, he knows my scent as well as anyone.
Kiera whips her head around, looking through the dark space for anything to help. She swiftly rips the crooked grate off of the long-doused fire pit in the middle of the space, digging her fingers into the thick black charcoal and coming up with heaping landfills. She darts back to me with feline grace, smearing the chalky substance all over me.
My friend works fast, returning to the pit and repeating the process until there is nothing left to spare. It felt like hours, but it was probably only thirty seconds.
We press our backs int
