Nehemia was staring at her forehead, and Celaena asked, “Is there dirt on my face?” “No,” Nehemia said a bit distantly, her brows knotting as she studied Celaena’s brow. The princess suddenly stared into Celaena’s eyes with a ferocity that made the assassin recoil slightly. “You know nothing about the Wyrdmarks?” The clock tower chimed. “No,” Celaena said. “I don’t know anything about them.” “You’re hiding something,” the princess said softly in Eyllwe, though it was not accusatory. “You are much more than you seem, Lillian.”
