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Midnight Crown | Sarah J. Maas
Celaena kept up with him as he ran through the wildlife preserve. They had pooled as best they could without complaining - usually only coats of shirt and glove - but even when the perspiration ran down his torso, chaole was ice-cold. Celaena was icy cold, her nostrils were also tilted in rose, the colour was high on her cheek, and her eyes were light-coloured.
When she noticed his look, she showed him a smile, those breathtaking blue coloured gazes full of candlelight. Hosts had made a way through the snows that covered the wildlife reserve, but the soil was still frosty and cunning. He' had Cain dead in the fight. Killing him to rescue her. "You keep your eye on the road or you'll fall.
If there was anyone who could grasp the blame and anger he was dealing with when he thought about how he murdered Cain, it would be her. "He said between breath, how often do you think about the men you murdered? She had frosty lips like the parks around her, but then she bent her face to one side.
"This about Cain? There was a complete melting of the sundae in her eye. Was the captain of the guard - he must have murdered someone at some point. "I will never ever unlearn the men I killed," she said. "I' ve even murdered the ones I had to live. "However, Chaol," she said and pulled her handle on his hand - a handle he hadn't noticed she was still holdin' it.
"Cain was not an attack or even a cold-blooded homicide. "You' will never forgotten to kill Cain,' she finally said, and when her eyes hit his, his ticker beat so harshly that he could sense it all over his body,'but I will never forgotten what you did to rescue me.
If it ever came down to choosing between his heir and Celaena..... "Well, " said Mr. Chairman of the Board of Directors, "I assume having Adarlan's killer in my guilt could be useful. "I' m starving and I don't want to freeze my arse off out here. "He giggled under his breaths and they ran through the garden.
Maybe she would begin to wear a shawl over her face - even if Chaol would ruthlessly annoy her. Sideways she looked at her pet, who had pulled off his external clothes to unveil the sweat-soaked garment sticking to his skull. Celaena' s face curled when she saw what was waiting in front of her.
First it was only a few young ladies who had looked at Chaol and his perspiring, affectionate clothing and stopped their aisle. She could have swear that her lips were curled out of her head and her tongue was curled to the floor. The next day they returned on the way - in even more beautiful clothing.
Now every walkway from the wildlife preserve to the palace had at least one group of young ladies awaiting it. "Oh, please," Celaena hiss as they walked past two ladies looking up from their lashes at him. "Chaol asked, his eyebrows raised.
"When they' re locked up all winters, some folks are a little sloppy. "asked Mr Cain quietly when the road was graciously free of sniggering, reddening youngsters.