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re-read for the show. I CAN READ THIS THING IN 1 day like. SO GOOD

sammmmm!!!! i’m so sick over this 😔🤚🏼

UGHHH “damned fool” is my favorite saying

“Try not to stain them with your tears when you play. It took a lot of bribes to get these.”

HEY SO IM CRYING UGH SAMMMMM

ughhh sammmm my mannnn

mikhal 😔😔😔😔😔

i miss chaol. i’m kinda bored but ik these characters will all mean something later on. and sm is going on i my life rn. like i can’t focus fully on it hehe

“And if Gregori’s already talked,” she said, “then kill everyone who heard.” Sam’s brown eyes flashed as she gave him a little smile that she knew made him irate.”

IM A SUCKER FOR ROMANE DAMNIT

“chaol sank to his knees” SAY LESS HAHAH

OMG OMG OMG OMGGGG I HAVE CHILLS. EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING

i’m hooked. all i’ve been thinking about is this damn book. SJM does an amazing job at keeping a world simple, but the stakes high. and the scenes to be easy to digest and to differentiate throughout the story

He eased his grip, but his fingers ached to grab her again, as though it would somehow keep her from leaving.

oh i’m not hungry

TO BE KNOWN IS TO BE LOVED

like he’d even run a comb through his short hair.

lets pretend chaol has luscious locks 😝😝☺️

sent a pang of desire through him so strong he’d wanted to grab her and pin her on the couch.

😟😟😟😟😟 PLS SOMEONE IM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS MAN

“Yes,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “You have.” After a few moments of silence, he stood up and walked to the door. She sat up on her elbows. “Where are you going?” He opened the door. “To get you chocolate cake.”

She knew his every move and he knew hers, as though they’d been dancing this waltz together all their lives. Faster, never faltering, never breaking her stare.

THE TENSION

ONCE UPON A DREAM FOR THEIR DANCING 😭😭

Each step was flawless, lethal, like that first time they’d sparred together so many months ago.

I LOVE THEM

Nothing. Everything. Because when he’d said it, it hadn’t been the way Dorian had asked her to dance at the Yulemas ball. That had merely been an invitation. But this … His hand remained reaching toward her.

And yes, they would have a conversation about abandoning posts, but right now—right now … Chaol stepped up to the line. “Dance with me,” he said, and held out his hand to her.

She was babbling, and her face was dark enough for him to know she was beyond mortified that he’d caught her. He bit his lip to keep from smiling and walked down the four steps to the gravel path of the garden.

UGH HE LOVES HER

it was the knight’s gift, of seeing her for who she was—not what she was—that won her heart.

@dorian

He leaned over the bed, bracing his hands on the mattress as he snarled in her face. “Yes. I’ll deal with it.”

🫠🫠😯😩😩😩😛😛😛😛😛😛😛

Chaol dozed in the chair, his arms and legs sprawled out, his head tipped back, exposing the unbuttoned collar of his tunic and the strong column of his throat. From the angle of the sunlight, it was probably around dawn.

😐😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

He was glad Davis was dead. Because if Davis had survived, Chaol would have gone back to finish the job himself.

HE’D KILL FOR HER HEHEHHE

“And I think you know well enough to realize when I’m not actually using them. If I were, then we would have left the restaurant already.”

I HAVE NOTHING APPROPRIATE TO SAY

Chaol stood in the hallway, his bronze eyes traveling down the front of her dress, then up again. “You’re not wearing that.”

👹👹😛😛😛😛😛 no this is gonna become a problem for me if they aren’t end game