“Enchanted by beauty, are you?” There was no expression on his face, no emotion. “It is to be expected, I suppose, from someone who has none of their own.” My mouth fell open on a silent protest. What did he— Had he just said— Oh my god . . . I cringed. I knew I was no great beauty, but to say it to my face . . . and in front of others, guys I admired and—
