“Malar!” Livira whirled around. Malar took a step backwards. “What’s up with your face, girl?” “What?” Livira pressed both hands to her cheeks, searching, then caught the glint of starlight in Malar’s eyes. “It’s called smiling, you idiot. I’m pleased to see you!” “No accounting for taste.” Malar shrugged and looked at Meelan. “And this would be Sirrar Meelan. I’m to escort you two to Yute’s place, on account of how murdery things tend to get every time Livira leaves the library.” “Once!” Livira protested. “OK, twice, but it was on the same day.” “The only day you’ve visited.” Malar pushed
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