“You already know you’re beautiful, don’t you?” Tem had only been called beautiful once, by Caspen. And yet his word had made her believe it, so she answered honestly, “Yes.” “In that case, would you even care to hear it from me?” Again, she spoke the truth: “No.” The cruel smile slipped from his face—definitely not used to being defied. “Then I won’t burden you with it.” “How considerate of you.”
