The girl who sat next to him was another matter. She looked to be about Novol’s age: tall and willowy with brown skin and long, black hair that she wore in a ponytail. The way she smiled at him…It seemed Novol had found someone who loved him.
Another woman sat at their table, this one pale with short, auburn hair and eyes that were much too old for her girlish face. Edrin was starting to think he had found the dead lady that everyone kept talking about.
Novol caught him looking.
The man hesitated for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on Edrin, sizing him up. The uniform, Edrin realized. He must be wondering what I’m doing here. Slowly, Novol rose from his chair.
Clasping his hands together behind his back, Edrin cautiously approached their table. “Hello,” he said with a curt nod. “I hope I
