memory’s so treacherous
The soft hoot has him pausing, glancing across to Artemide with raised eyebrows, as if to ask what he has done to earn her opinion on the matter. His fingers dance back a step, removing the book from the shelf quite on autopilot. ”I suppose you have a number of thoughts on this?” he asks, setting it down at his desk and hanging the towel on the back of his chair so he can sit before it. The Plan seems so contrived, Finn folding his arms as he gazes at the cover.
”Do you know,” he says slowly, ”I have never once known the Eye to leave anything important in plain sight? Let alone to label it.” Which either means that the book doesn’t belong to Cian, or that it’s a red herring of some sort. ”I only took it so he would know it was gone.” It was exactly why he had left the glasses, as well.
”Do you know,” he says slowly, ”I have never once known the Eye to leave anything important in plain sight? Let alone to label it.” Which either means that the book doesn’t belong to Cian, or that it’s a red herring of some sort. ”I only took it so he would know it was gone.” It was exactly why he had left the glasses, as well.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
