“I’m fine. Now, how are you?” Each word was accentuated. Chaol’s eyes danced. “I’m feeling quite well, Yrene. Thank you for asking.” Yrene. If she wasn’t inclined to leap onto his horse and strangle him, she might have contemplated how the way he said her name made her toes curl. But she hissed, “Don’t mistake my kindness for stupidity. If you have had any progress, or regressions, I will find them out.” “If this is your kindness, then I’d hate to see your bad side.”
