No matter what happens," she said quietly, "I want to thank you."
Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?"
Her eyes stung, but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something."
He didn't say anything; he just took the fingers of her right hand and held them in his, his thumb brushing the ring she wore.
Chaol tilted his head to the side. "For what?"
Her eyes stung, but she blamed it on the fierce wind and blinked away the dampness. "For making my freedom mean something."
He didn't say anything; he just took the fingers of her right hand and held them in his, his thumb brushing the ring she wore.
( Sarah J. Maas )
[ Throne of Glass ]
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