“I think I want to pick out my own.”
“But—”
I turn back. “Isn’t there a way we could sneak out? I can cover my head, tuck my hair, and—”
“Your eyes,” Keisha interrupts.
“What?”
“Your eyes give you away. Elves have blue eyes.”
I curse under my breath. “I can’t use any of this…” I shake my head. “It’s a good effort, thank you, but I can’t… It’d be strange. As though I’m living with ghosts.” Keisha gives a sympathetic sigh. At least she seems to understand why her suggestion won’t work. “Are you certain there’s no way I can go into the city to get furniture of my own?”
She pauses, curling and uncurling her fingers around her sword.
“Keisha?”
“Perhaps there could be a way, if we’re very careful.” Keisha’s eyes are shifty, as if she’s doubting herself for saying anything.
“Oh?” I enco
