“Then you remember me.” The words were quiet and sharp. Of course she remembered. No matter how well she tried, she seemed unable to forget. And she had tried. She lifted her chin, keenly aware of their audience, and slung her arrow. “Don’t fret, darling. I predict we shan’t need to remember each other for long.” “You are making a spectacle of yourself.” She allowed her smile to widen. “You say that as though it is a bad thing.” One brow rose, superior as ever. “You are making a spectacle of me.” She did not waver. “You say that as though you do not deserve it.”
