“Eh, Mr. Spiro. I think we have a situation here.” “A situation?” growled Spiro. “What does that mean? You’re not a soldier anymore, Blunt. Speak English.” The New Zealander tapped a screen as if that would change what he was seeing. “I mean we have a problem. A big problem.” Spiro grabbed Artemis by the shoulders. “What have you done, Fowl? Is this some kind of…” The accusation died before it could be completed. Spiro had noticed something. “Your eyes. What’s wrong with your eyes? They don’t match.” Artemis treated him to his best vampire smile. “All the better to see you with, Spiro.”
