The way his gaze pierced straight through me, as if we’d already met countless times before—as if I meant something to him, somehow. Men like him were dangerous, scheming creatures. Especially ones with a fixation on Rune and Valentin’s war against the born. I was glaring down at the package now, lost in a daze of irritation. How dare he call me angel or princess as if we were lovers. As if he even knew me.
