“That’s my window, there. Did you know, I’m certain I accidentally left out some objects of great worth on my dressing table tonight?” Evert frowns, bewildered. “Uh, okay…” Ronak rolls his eyes at him and mumbles, “Idiot,” under his breath. “She’s helping us to ‘steal’ something to bring to the thief,” Sylred says. Realization dawns on Evert’s face. “Oh.” I pat him on his cheek. “That’s okay. You’re pretty. You don’t have to be smart.”
