I hated my hair and I hated my life and I could feel it blazing in my eyes. He, on the other hand, looked pleased as punch. “What just happened, Barrons? What did you do to me?” I accused. Improbable though it seemed, I was certain that somehow he’d had everything to do with my sudden malaise. He laughed and stood up, looking down at me. “You, Ms. Lane, can sense the Sinsar Dubh. And you just became very, very useful to me.”
