Skin

The bedclothes had been infused with the scent of cinnamon and coconuts. An odd combination. But Misty thought she remembered noticing the same smell when Theia came near to her.

It was a scent that emanated from her very skin. Like a cross between some mysterious city in the Orient filled with warm bodies — and a deserted island in the Pacific where no one could hear you scream.

 

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