C10 Lost in Mystery: Sigil and David’s Vanishing Act

I turned and stared into the face of a good-looking man. His hair was black, it touched the back of his neck. He was like half a foot taller than I was, and his blue eyes never left mine. They held it the way an animal watches its prey. "Yes?"

"My name is Sigil."

"Sigil?" I said.

"Sigil Alvis, my lady," he replied, and that was when the similarity of the last name hit me.

"Oh, Alvis. The, uhm