Chapter 450

The man's tall frame was blocking Irene's path and his shadow shrouded her. It was a familiar face, too—because it was Harvey. Irene quickly lowered her head, but Harvey was keeping his eyes fixed on her, as if he wanted to see through her mask. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I noticed back at the hall that you've been peeking at Isaac Jefferson—who is he to you? Why are you watching him so intently?" "You're mistaken," Irene said quietly, avoiding his gaze even as she tried to leave. Harvey was relentless, however, and intercepted her again. "Sneaking around as if you're afraid to let people see you? Are you a fugitive or something?" This time, as he spoke, he suddenly reached out and pulled off Irene's face mask, catching her off guard. "Hey!" she exclaimed in surprise, and quickly threw her hands over her face. Beneath the lights overhead, the burn scars over her cheek and neck were revealed in their entirety. Harvey actually flinched in shock. "My god, you're ugly!" he c