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Loki pushed the fish around in his plate.
“Are you not hungry?” Noomi asked, sitting across from him at the small table.
When it had become apparent that none of the other islanders had spared him a second thought after Daniel disappeared into the healing room, the archivist had opened her home to him, inviting him to share her evening meal.
Her house was the coolest thing he’d ever seen outside of the Seelie Court.
Noomi lived in a seashell. The building was nautilus shaped, a concentric spiraling ring divided into different chambers by walls that didn’t fully close. The opening in each was slightly offset to give the deeper parts more privacy while still being completely open.
Square windows let in the ocean breeze, and the walls were a pearlescent pink and silver that reflected
