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CHAPTER 11 Just being inside of Signi's house had a calming effect on my mind. All the cheery light, the brightness of the fabrics and the whiteness of the furniture, and above the all preponderance of books just put me at ease. The fire burning in her fireplace smelled of roasted apples, and after a day spent walking in the cold wet, its dry warmth on my cheeks was divine. "You might want to go easy on that tea," Loke said. I had been squatting close to that fire to warm my hands, and I looked back over my shoulder to where he sat slumped in one of her white chairs. He looked terribly out of place, like a goth kid at a princess party. "She hasn't brought the tea yet," I said. "I meant what the wyldemen gave you," he said, nodding towards my art bag. "You drank a lot of it back under t