““Apparently,” he said, walking toward her and offering an arm, “we both clean up well.” She gave him a sly grin as she took his elbow, the scent of almonds wrapping around her again. “Don’t forget your cloak. You’d feel rather guilty when all those poor mortal women combust at the sight of you.” “I’d say likewise, but I think you’d enjoy seeing men bursting into flames as you strutted by.” She winked at him, and his chuckle echoed through her bones and blood.””
