“Really, it’s just Shotet, Thuvhesit, Othyrian, and Trellan,” I said. “But I know a little Zoldan, some Pithar, and I was working on Ogran before you arrived and distracted me.” His eyebrows lifted. “What?” I said. “I don’t have any friends. It gives me a lot of free time.” “You think you’re so difficult to like.” “I know what I am.” “Oh? And what’s that?” “A knife,” I said. “A hot poker. A rusty nail.” “You are more than any of those things.” He touched my elbow to turn me toward him. I knew I was giving him a strange look, but I couldn’t seem to stop. It was just the way my face wanted to
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