“The wind caressed her face and swept her hair behind her in a billowing sheet of gold. I will not be afraid. A mark burned on her forehead in blinding blue light. “What’s that on your face?” Cain asked. The… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“She tensed as Cain came to stand nearby, half-hidden in the shadow of the clock tower behind them. Verin, the curly-haired loudmouth thief, was at his side. “What do you want?” she said. Cain’s tan face twisted in a sneer.… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
