Felicity’s POV

I had made sure to drown myself in jasmine. Not sprinkle, not dab, not a small hint of perfume. No, i bathe, smother, overwhelm. The scent clung to my skin, my hair, my gown, even the folds of the cloak I wore. By the time I stepped into the foyer, I felt as if I had walked through an endless field of jasmine blossoms and rolled in them for good measure.

Desperate? Yes. But necessary.

I knew enough now about the Duskwatch royals to understand that the perfume wasn’t vanity ...