“Sabine.” Her head snaps round, startled by her name on Hector’s lips. She is sure she never said it. “Don’t look so alarmed,” he says, leaning back against the desk. “Some minds whisper. Others shout. Yours is loud. What amuses me, though, is that your name is louder still.” “Sabine, Sabine, it echoes through you like a bell,”
