“Anietta,” I mumble instead like an idiot, a blush spreading over my cheeks where the con man can’t see. “Ah. The Anietta.” Our heartbeats thump audibly in the pause, mine fast, his slow. He’s not scared of me at all, is he? “It’s an honor to meet you.” He doesn’t even sound sarcastic. Oh god. I don’t know how to process this.
