Problem?” a silky voice murmured.
I ignored Torin and turned my attention to the stack of notebooks near the couch.
“I am sorry for what I said about your father this morning,” he said. “It was beneath me.”
I still didn’t say anything.
“Being trapped thus is incredibly frustrating for me, and occasionally I take it out on others. Again, I apologize. Now, if you’d like, I can help you with what you’re seeking.”
Knowing I’d probably regret it, I crossed the rom and yanked the canvas off the mirror. As before, he was sitting on the table, smirking at me.
“Jackass, jackass on the wall, where’s the info on Hex Hall?”
Torin laughed long and loud at that, and I saw that his teeth were slightly crooked. Seeing as how he was from the sixteenth century, I guess he was lucky to have any teeth at all.
“Oh, I do like you,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes. “All these bloody warrior women are so serious. It’s nice to have a real wit around the place again.

Autor: Rachel Hawkins