““Chaol watched Dorian dip Celaena, watched the way her lips widened in a smile and her eyes burst with light as the Crown Prince said something. Even with the mask on, Chaol could see the happiness written across her face. “Is he with her?” Otho asked. “The Lady Lillian belongs to herself, and no one else.” “So she’s not with him?” “No.” Otho shrugged. “That’s strange.” “Why?” Chaol had the sudden urge to strangle him. “Because it looks like he’s in love with her,” he said, and walked away.””
