“Because I do worry!” “Well, you shouldn’t! I’m just as capable of looking after myself as you are!” He took a step toward her, but she held her ground. “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.” She blinked. “Oh,” was all she managed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, then took a long, deep breath.
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