“Maybe I'm just unable to resist how handsome he is," she said. Sam went rigid. "He's twelve years older than you." "So?"… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Sam smiled, his brown eyes turning golden in the dawn. It was such a Sam look, the twinkle of mischief, the hint… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Sam stared at her long enough for heat to flood her cheek, as if he could see right inside of her-see everything.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“He couldn't be dead. Not from the dagger, or those dozen pirates, or from the catapult. No, Sam couldn't be so stupid… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“Nervous?" he asked, his voice barely audible above the steady slice of his oars through the calm bay. "No," she lied. "Me… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
