“Fascinating.” She could muster only a half-hearted attempt at derision. “Would you like to share your favorite color as well?” “Must you ruin everything?” Sylvia said crossly, although there was little venom in it. “If you must know, it’s—” “Amethyst. I know.” Sylvia blinked at her. “Oh.” What has come over me? It wasn’t as though there was any reason she’d ferreted away what colors Sylvia favored and which flattered her best. It was impossible not to notice her. She tore through the world like a streak of white lightning.
