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‘Lodan. You’re Lodan? From Greystone?’ Heather asked.
Lodan turned his cold gaze toward her. ‘You’ve heard my name before.’
Heather nodded quickly, suddenly shy. ‘Yes. Higgsy—I mean, Higgs told me about you. About how you helped Wilt.’
Lodan sat forward at the mention of the two familiar names, his eyes gleaming with sudden interest. ‘You know Higgs?’
Heather nodded again and dropped her head, unwilling to say any more.
‘We knew him,’ Daemi explained.
Lodan looked back and forth between the two, digesting the news. ‘It seems we have much to talk about. Follow me.’
He walked across the tavern and back into the shadows from where he had appeared.
Daemi found herself on her feet about to follow him before she realised what she was doing. It was his voice, his tone of command. Her
