““And for you, Your Highness?” Kaltain said coyly. A concealed edge lingered beneath her voice. Mischief coiled and sprang within her, but Dorian answered. “I suppose,” he drawled, turning those brilliant blue eyes on Celaena, “that it will be difficult for Lady Lillian and I as well. Perhaps more so.” Kaltain snapped her attention to Celaena. “Wherever did you find that dress?” she purred. “It’s extraordinary.” “I had it made for her,” Dorian said casually, picking at his nails. The assassin and the prince glanced at each other, their blue eyes reflecting the same intent. At least they had one common enemy.””
