27 VII
I Lose Ori to a Pile of Books. Again.
‘Are you sure you aren’t wearing Lokant-attractant perfume?’ So said Tren, who naturally couldn’t resist teasing me about it.
I carried a curl of my black hair to my nose and inhaled. “Hm. It’s hard to tell. What do Lokants find attractive?’
We both looked at Eva, who blinked at us as though we were both mad. ‘Secrets,’ she said. ‘And lies.’
She really hasn’t forgiven Limbane.
‘I know of one or two partial Lokants hereabouts,’ she continued. ‘Though I know of no reason why they should be taking an interest in you.’
‘So you think it’s nothing?’
Eva shrugged. ‘I cannot say, just at present. But if you see anything more of this mystery white-hair, send word to me and I will investigate further.’
With that, I must be content. They are right
