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“She perfumed for me,” said Sinclair.
Rohan wedged himself between Devlin and Sinclair. “Stop,” he said to Devlin. “Stop now.”
Devlin let out a snarl, but he turned his back on Sinclair. “Eleri,” he said.
I went to him.
Devlin slung an arm around me, putting his face against my neck. I realized his knuckles were bleeding. “I’m sorry you saw that,” he said to me. “I’m sorry I lost it. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”
I ran my hands up and down his neck, and he seemed to calm down. But I looked over his head at Sinclair who gave me a crooked smile.
We were all upstairs in the Queen’s sitting room far too soon.
Devlin and Sinclair were bandaged. They sat on opposite sides of the room from each other. Devlin kept me close, and Rohan sat in the middle.
The Queen burst in, dogs scampering behind her. She stopped, standing over us. “That could have gone better.”
Well, that was an understatement.
“Not going back to rehab, Gran,” said Sinclair in a sulky voice. Sinclair was the Queen’s actual grandson. Princess Emily, the one who’d drowned, had been his mother, and the Queen’s daughter.
“Yes, well, that hasn’t seemed to solve the problem, has it?” said the Queen. “Perhaps therapy for the both of you.”
“No,” said Devlin.
“Whatever,” said Sinclair with a shrug. “He punched me.”
“Yes, but you antagonized him,” said the Queen.
“No, I didn’t,” said Sinclair, rolling his eyes. He reached into his pocket and got out a smashed pack of cigarettes.
“Sinclair,” said the Queen.
He hesitated, and then stuck the pack back into his pocket. “We used to be able to smoke in the palace.”
“Not this again,” muttered the Queen, clearly irritated.
“Well, if I can’t smoke inside, I have to go outside,” said Sinclair. “And then there’s all those pictures in the tabloids, ‘Sinclair having a smoke on the palace grounds’ and then you get pissy with me—”
“Shut your mouth,” said the Queen to him, sharper than I’d heard her.
Sinclair shut his mouth. He turned to look at me.
I’d been gaping at him. I was getting why it was that Rohan had said Sinclair was less attractive once you got to know him, though.
Sinclair winked at me.
Rohan growled at Sinclair.
Sinclair smirked.
“Did you perfume for him?” said the Queen.
It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me. “I don’t know what that means,” I said.
The Queen nodded. “Right, well, it means a rush of scent, but for an omega, you usually feel it your body, a rush of an intense reaction. Do you react to him?”
I looked at Devlin and didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to hurt him.
