“You’re also incredibly arrogant,” I snapped, trying to regain some control of this conversation. “I give you one tiny compliment, and it goes straight to your head.”
“One tiny compliment?”
His eyebrows rise.
“You called me handsome and praised my fighting skills. That’s at least two compliments.”
“And you’re never going to let me forget it, are you?”
“Probably not.”
His expression grows even more smug, and I realize I’ve never seen him look quite this self-satisfied before. It transforms his entire face, making him look incredibly handsome in the most infuriating way possible.
“Especially since you also think I hear things and I’m paranoid.”
“You do hear things, and you are paranoid,” I insist, but the words lack conviction. It’s hard to maintain my indignation when he’s looking a
