“Will you miss him, Holly?” he asked suddenly. Holly was caught off guard by the question. “Miss who?” she said, though she already knew. “The Fowl boy, of course. If everything goes according to plan, we’ll be wiped from his memory. No more wild plots, or seat-of-the-pants adventures. It will be a quiet life.” Holly avoided Foaly’s gaze, even though the centaur could not see her. “No,” she said. “I will not miss him.” But her eyes told the real story.
