" watch the way the words affected her . . . the way the light went out of her eyes . . . the way she stiffened as though he’d struck her. “You’re horrible,” she said, simply. Honestly. In that moment, as she looked at him, all calm accusation, he hated himself enough for both of them. But he was a master at hiding his emotions. “It seems that way.” The words were flippant. Forced. "
― Sarah MacLean , A Rogue by Any Other Name (The Rules of Scoundrels, #1)