Crown of Midnight (Throne of Glass, #2)

by Sarah J. Maas

“He knows better than to try to keep me locked up.” “Wyrd help the man who does. I still remember what a hellion you were.” “And here I was thinking you found me charming.” “In the way a mountain cat’s cub is charming, I suppose.”

“Who said anything about shame?” She gestured down to her naked body, even though it was covered by the blanket. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not strutting about, boasting to everyone. I certainly would be if I’d tumbled me.” “Does your love for yourself know no bounds?”