Well, s**t.
Julia had underestimated Agrippa's observational skills. What kind of man looked that closely under makeup, anyway? Sure, he was supposed to be all grim and dark and serious, but he had already proven himself a proper asswipe months back when he had refused and rejected her. Men disgraced and fallen from her good opinion weren't supposed to be so impressively astute.
Wait. Hold on. Stop, she scolded herself. She had long since prohibited herself from complimenting Agrippa even in the sanctuary of her own thoughts. This was one of her strategies in weaning herself off of him, and while her feelings for the man felt no less intense than before (in fact, they were arguably even more intense now), she heartily believed in the power of mind over matter and was determined to pract
