Chapter 18

“She’s the first person everyonemeets when they get here,” Poppy snapped. “That’s her whole routine. She doesn’t have any real friends except that creepy Alaina girl, so she waits around the dock for her father’s ferry to come back in, and she hassles whoever comes ashore.”

Eirian chanced a glance at her.

“Was she the first person you met?”

Poppy shrugged.

“Sure.”

“And?”

She turned and looked at him in anger.

“And what?”

“Did you like her?”

“Of course, I did. She was older and she was fun and she smoked and she had a cool homunculus.” Hastily, she looked away. “But things changed.”

“What changed?” Eirian pressed.

“I met someone.”

Your dead boyfriend, they thought, remembering Mauve’s words, and letting the subject drop. From their bag, they slowly took out the worn and dog-eared paperback that their teacher had shown such indifference to, the cover’s neon colours faded by sunlight, the book’s pages stained by the coffee and ash of a previous owner.