Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)

by Sarah J. Maas

Someone who demanded excellence from herself—while perhaps not expecting the same from others. Or even hoping for it.

His lips tightened. “Get out.” Yrene snorted at the order. “You may command men and servants, Lord Westfall, but I don’t answer to you.”

“What do we do now?” Yrene asked quietly. For she didn’t know—how to go back— Chaol didn’t reply. He just stretched out one leg wholly in front of him. Then the other. Did it again, marveling. “We don’t look back,” he said, meeting her stare. “It helps no one and nothing to look back.” The way he said it … It seemed as if it meant something more. To him, at least. But Chaol’s smile grew, his eyes lighting as he added, “We can only go on.”