slim, incredibly pale man sat before us with a shock of white hair spilling into his bright eyes, and I recognised him as one of Gabriel’s friends from Aurora Academy. The last time we’d seen him, he’d been working underground at the Library of the Lost. “Eugene,” Darcy gasped. “H-hi,” he stammered, pulling his knees to his chest in some attempt to cover his nudity. “Thank you for what you did.” He gazed at Darcy with a gleam in his eyes. “It’s nothing,” she said. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t help any of the others. Were they your friends?”
