They knew me as Amber, so Amber I must remain.’ ‘I don’t like her,’ I said abruptly. He gave a caw of laughter. ‘Really?’ I spoke honestly. ‘Really. I don’t like who you are when you are Amber. She’s, she’s not a person I would choose as a friend. She’s … conniving. Tricky.’ A half-smile curved his mouth. ‘And as the Fool, I was never tricky?’
