He’s just so inhumanly handsome, even while glaring at me like I’m the cause of all his problems. It feels unreal. And worse, somehow he looks better today than I remember from last night. Maybe my brain superimposed an uglier face onto him so I could process the fact that I’d been abducted, coerced, and thrown into a possibly fatal bargain with a supposedly fictional character. Too bad my brain couldn’t do me the solid of holding on to that delusion.
