" Sevro." I lean forward. " Your eyes..." He leans in close. " Do you like 'em?" " Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?" " By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?" " They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove." He punches his hands together. " Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours." I blanch. " What?" " They're yours." " My what?" " Your eyes!" " My eyes..." " Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. " I can give them back." " No!" I say. " It's just I forgot how crazy you are." " Oh." He laughs and slaps my shoulder. " Good. I thought it might be something serious. So I'm prime keeping them?" " Finders keepers," I say with a shrug. "