CHAPTER 17
The entire south wall of my Villmark house was nothing but windows, offering a view of the lower half of the village and the hills beyond and letting in the maximum amount of winter sun. While the interior was not all white like Signi's house, the wood paneling and furniture were still light in color, and reflected and amplified the sunlight as the sun rose high enough in the east to flood in through the windows.
I had chosen the northwest corner of the room to set up my drawing area because it got the least direct sunlight. And that was where Loke was standing now, in the only shadow that still remained. His black clothes and chocolate brown hair were like camouflage in those shadows, but his pale face shone like a sickly moon.
He had stepped back against the wall, crushing
