Simon’s smile came slowly. He leaned back in his chair, considering her. “Royalty suits you.” The sight of him looking so quietly delighted unnerved her, which made her want to push back from the table and kick her chair into the bookshelves, but she was afraid she might start crying again if she moved with too much violence. Slowly, she began stacking her books. “How does it suit me?” “You’re a snob,” Simon replied, “and you have a terrible temper, not to mention an unshakable belief in your own worth.”
