““Ansel let out a breathy chuckle, the air warm on Celaena’s hands as they hovered near her face. She kept quiet while Celaena finished with the powder, then held still as she lined her eyes with kohl and darkened her lashes. “All right,” Celaena said, sitting back so she could see Ansel’s face. “Open.” Ansel opened her eyes, and Celaena frowned. “What?” Ansel said. Celaena shook her head. “You’re going to have to wash it all off.” “Why?” “Because you look better than I do.””
