“Apologies, Lady—” “I’m twenty-two,” she said flatly. “And I think we city guards see a great deal more than you palace princesses.”
But Nesryn turned back and leaned a hand on the table. “I saw her face last night, Brullo, and it’s as pretty as before. Don’t you have a wife to ogle, anyway?” Aelin snorted. “I think I rather like you, Nesryn Faliq.”
“How good’s your accuracy, Faliq?” “I don’t miss,” Nesryn said.
Nesryn said, “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stay the course, but also plot another one. Adapt.”
"Dorian would fix the world, make it better. But if he’s gone, then I will find another way to attain that future. And another one after that, if I have to. I will keep getting back up, no matter how many times those butchers shove me down.”~ Nesryn Faliq
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Every muscle in Chaol’s body locked up as he discovered Aelin now standing at Nesryn’s side. Of course. Of course she’d tracked them here.
Frankly, she didn’t deserve a word out of him, but when she’d hunted him down an hour ago, interrupting a meeting that was so secret that they’d disclosed the location to the rebel leaders only an hour before.
Chaol made it a block before Aelin silently dropped down beside him. He didn’t flinch. “I should have known better.” “You really should have.”
“Again,” Chaol said, “why are you here?” She’d just … snuck up on them. With far too much ease.
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