“Thank you for tonight,” Chaol said, stifling what tried to leap off his tongue: I can’t take my eyes off you. She bit her lip again, the crunch of hooves on gravel approaching. “Good night,” she murmured, and took a step away. Chaol reached out. Just to brush his fingers over hers. Yrene paused, her fingers curling, as if they were the petals of some shy flower.
