The Assassin's Blade (Throne of Glass, #0.1-0.5)

by Sarah J. Maas

Ansel had experienced such horror, and yet she was still so carefree, so keenly alive.

“Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at this disgusting party just for you. And I care enough that I’d attend a thousand more like it so I can spend a few hours with you when you aren’t looking at me like I’m not worth the dirt beneath your shoes.”

Aw babyyyy

He brushed his lips against hers. “I love you,” he breathed against her mouth. “And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. Forever.” Celaena put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, giving him her silent reply. Beyond them, the sun set over the capital, turning the world into crimson light and shadows.

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He turned his head to kiss her palm, as if the phantom blood that coated her hands didn’t bother him.

“When we die,” she said, “I don’t think the gods will even know what to do with us.”