A cool feeling crept up Aria’s neck as the sounds of Cinder’s getaway faded. “What just happened? Why did he call you ‘Scire’?”

Roar’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Perry . . . she doesn’t know?”

Perry shook his head.

“What don’t I know?”

He looked up at the night sky, avoiding her gaze, and took a deep breath. “Some of us are Marked,” he said softly. “That’s what the bands on my arms are. Markings. They show that we have a dominant Sense. Roar is an Aud. He can hear things more clearly and from farther away. Sometimes miles off.”

Roar gave her an apologetic shrug.

“What about you?”

“I have two Senses. I’m a Seer. Night-Sighted. I can see in the dark.”

He saw in the dark. She should have known with his reflective eyes. With the way he never stumbled at night. “And the other?”

He looked right at her, his gaze brilliant green. “I have a strong sense of smell.”

“You have a strong sense of smell.” Aria tried to process what this meant. “How strong?”

“Very. I can scent tempers.”

“Tempers?”

“They’re emotions . . . impulses.”

“You can scent people’s feelings?” She could hear her voice rising.

“Yes.”

“How often?” she asked. She’d started to tremble.

“Always, Aria. I can’t avoid it. I can’t stop breathing.”

Aria went cold everywhere. Instantly. Like she’d just taken a plunge in the ocean. She shot through the path Cinder had cleared, diving into the darkened woods. Perry came right behind her, calling her name and asking her to stop. Aria spun.

“You’ve been doing that all this time? You’ve known how I’ve felt? Have I entertained you? Has my misery amused you? Is that why you kept it to yourself?”

He pushed his hands into his hair. “Do you know how many times you’ve called me a Savage? You think I wanted to tell you I can smell better than a wolf?”

Aria’s hand shot up, covering her mouth. He could smell better than a wolf.

She thought of all the horrible feelings she’d had over the past days. Days she spent with that pathetic, sad melody going round and round in her mind. The shame she felt at menstruating. Of being terrified, a stranger in her own skin.

Was he smelling the way she felt right now?

He tipped his head to the side. “Aria, don’t be embarrassed.”

He was. He did know.

She backed away, but his hand closed around her wrist. “Don’t go. It’s not safe. You know what’s out there.”

“Let go of me.”

“Perry,” said a smooth voice. “I’ll stay with her.”

Perry looked down at her, frustration plain on his face. Then he let go of her arm and stalked off, branches snapping in his wake.