“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” he vowed. “Next time your mind tries to convince you otherwise, remember this: there is nothing about you that I find undesirable. Okay?” She looked away. She never wanted to believe something more. You can’t, though, can you? The Shadow Voice laughed. They are just pretty words from a pretty face. You can believe me, though, little Necromancer. “Ophelia,” Blackwell called her back. “Every time your eyes glaze over like that… where do you go?”
