“W-what? What do you mean you ensured he would never forget what I looked like?” He’s silent for a long moment before murmuring a string of words that have me further gawking. “I made him, and every other man I found, memorize every one of your features. I described the color of your eyes and the length of the lashes lining them. The warmth of your skin, and the specific curl of your hair. Your nose, your lips, your smile. Down to the very scar on your palm from one of my daggers, I made them memorize you. So, yes, he knew exactly who you were and still decided to ignore my threats.”
