I ate slowly.
Felix didn't talk while I ate. Just stood there by the window, looking out at the snow. His profile was sharp in the dim light—straight nose, strong jaw, that thoughtful expression he always seemed to wear.
I'd never really looked at Felix before. Not like this.
He'd always been Anya's older brother.
"Anya mentioned the job," Felix said suddenly.
I looked up from the soup. He'd turned away from the window, was looking at me now.
I'd never noticed his eyes before. They were pale blue. Not the warm blue of summer sky. Something colder. Clearer. Like ice or winter light through glass.
"Right," I managed. "The collection."
"You interested?"
I set down the soup container. "I don't know if I'd be any good at it."
"That's not what I asked."
"I—" I stopped. Started agai
