said you’re magnificent. Exquisite. Flawless. I thanked fate for leading me to your door.” “Oh,” I say, and my voice catches. I’ve spent so many years hearing that I’m good for nothing more than misfortune, so my heart thumps hard in my chest. “Is that all?” “Ah … let me think.” He gazes at the ceiling. “I said you’re unexpectedly talented—” I give him a shove. “You’re a scoundrel.” “With archery!”
