I look up and find Cinna’s eyes trained on mine. “How despicable we must
seem to you,” he says. Has he seen this in my face or somehow read my thoughts? He’s right, though. The whole rotten lot of them is despicable.
I look up and find Cinna’s eyes trained on mine. “How despicable we must
seem to you,” he says. Has he seen this in my face or somehow read my thoughts? He’s right, though. The whole rotten lot of them is despicable.