“I smelled like a really nice snack.”

“He smelled like smoke too, and under it was the edge of apple pies-spice and goodness. Jesus. Even after all that he smelled like a bakery.”

“Why do you suppose Scarabus had to hide his sister?" I just knew I was going to say something snide. "For snacking later?"There were a couple of gasps, one horrified chuckle, and several snorts.”

“Whoa. Back up. I smell?”

“Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.”

“Gee, thanks." I couldn't sound more sarcastic, but I was willing to give it a try. My breathing evened out. "What are you here for, then? Tea and cookies?" My mouth wanted to water. He smelled like cookies. Cinnamon ones, with dabs of apple-pie filling.”

“It is our honor," Amelia said, and it was the weirdest thing-it sounded like she really meant it. People don't often say exactly what they really mean.”