What are you smiling at?” <br /><br />I whirled, peering into the gloom. The Darkling’s voice seemed to float out of the shadows. He walked down to the stream, crouching on the bank to splash water on his face and through his dark hair. <br /><br />“Well?” he asked, looking up at me. <br /><br />“Myself,” I admitted. <br /><br />“Are you that funny?” <br /><br />“I’m hilarious.