From the Bookshelf of PopSugar Reading Challenge en Español…

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He stiffened as if he’d been struck, his teeth flashing. “What do you mean tomorrow?”
Again, that stupid, bright anger took over, and she gave him a slow smile. “You’re a smart boy,” she said, stalking down the steps to the carriage. “Figure it out yourself.”

“Believe me, Celaena,” he snarled, his eyes flashing, “I know you can look after yourself. But I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.”

So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.

The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.

“You have power in you, prince. More power than you realize.” She touched his chest, tracing a symbol there, too, and some of the court ladies gasped. But Nehemia’s eyes were locked on his. “It sleeps,” she whispered, tapping his heart. “In here. When the time comes, when it awakens, do not be afraid.” She removed her hand and gave him a sad smile. “When it is time, I will help you.”

She and Chaol would never be a normal boy and girl, but perhaps in that world they could make a life of their own. She wanted that life. Because even though he’d pretended nothing had happened after the dance they’d shared last night, something had. And maybe it’d taken her this long to realize it, but this man... She wanted that life with him.

It somehow felt as if it had always been Chaol, even from the very beginning, even before they’d ever met.

“You’re going to have to be very quiet.”
She reached the knob and opened the door, tugging him inside. “I have a feeling that I’m going to be telling you that in a few moments,” she purred, eyes gleaming with the challenge.
Chaol’s blood roared through him, and he followed her into the closet and wedged a broom beneath the handle.

Chaol was... well, she blushed to think about just how much she enjoyed him after her body had adjusted. Just the touch of his fingers on her skin could turn her into a feral beast.

Blood that was not her own drenched her clothes, her hands, her neck, but all she could see were the archers ready on the mezzanine above her, and the foe still standing between her and Chaol. Her Chaol.

“You will never be my friend. You will always be my enemy.”

He’d realized it the moment Celaena had turned to him in Nehemia’s bedroom
He had lost her.
And she would never, in a thousand lifetimes, let him in again.

Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.

He wouldn’t let his servants change the sheets of his bed because they still smelled like her, because he went to sleep dreaming that she was still lying beside him.

“You will not understand yet, but... I knew what my fate was to be, and I embraced it. I ran toward it. Because it was the only way for things to begin changing, for events to be set in motion. But no matter what I did, Elentiya, I want you to know that in the darkness of the past ten years, you were one of the bright lights for me. Do not let that light go out.”

If she had thought she’d known fear and pain before, it was nothing compared to what went through her when she saw Chaol running through the portal after Fleetfoot.

Celaena was Fae.

But even as he walked out of the dining room, part of him realized that his magic—that he—was the least of their concerns. Because even from that first day in Endovier, this had always been about them.

“When I look at you,” she whispered, “all I want to do is touch you. But what happened that night... I don’t know if I can ever forget it.

“Fae, assassin... No matter what you are, I—”
“Don’t.” She stepped back. “Don’t say it.”

But he could do this for her. Even if he never saw her again, even if she abandoned her duties as King’s Champion, and stayed with the Fae in Wendlyn forever... as long as he knew that she was safe, that no one could hurt her... He’d sell his soul again and again for that.

“I want you to remember that it wouldn’t have made any difference to me. It’s never made any difference to me when it came to you. I’d still pick you. I’ll always pick you.”