“He is sending me eyes,” Saffira repeated. “Grey ones. I…” He looked visibly stricken, and I had an idea. I did not want to risk losing my access to Dashski, but Bruni might welcome the opportunity.
eyes,Grey“I may know someone who can help you. I’ll introduce you to her.”
Saffira gave me a long look, then nodded slowly. “Meet me here, in an hour.”
“I’ll do that,” I promised.
He did not make a move to leave, just stood, watching me expectantly. “You can go now.”
“Yes. Of course.” I turned to go and nearly collided with Neen, who was traipsing through the underbrush towards us.
Her eyes widened. “You have an exceptionally poor memory,” she said coldly.
“The prince requested an audience,” I hastily replied. “He sent for me.”
Saffira just turned to watch a jewel-colored bird flitting
