Chaol had been right. She'd missed the target by six inches to the left,
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With each day he felt the barriers melting. He let them melt. Because of her genuine laugh, because he caught her one afternoon sleeping with her face in the middle of a book, because he knew that she would win.
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Can I be honest with you?" Chaol leaned closer, and Celaena leaned to meet him as he whispered: "You sound like a raving lunatic.
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Fine, she wouldn't mind if Kaltain and Perrington met horrible deaths, but Dorian would be there. And Chaol.
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She'd survived Endovier, yet she could still laugh.
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What terrified him even more was that he trusted her. And he didn't know what that said about himself.
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She lifted her eyes to his face, and found his gaze lined with silver. "Get up," was all he said.
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How'd you remember my brother's name?" She shrugged, not quite understanding the gleam in his eye. "You told me. Why wouldn't I remember it?
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She could handle if he decided to throw her in the dungeons for a little while, too.
Because somehow, the thought of him getting hurt- or worse- made her willing to rick just about anything.
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She had no idea when she'd stopped loathing him so much.
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