Quote by Sarah J. Maas
““He cleared his throat as her eyelids shifted, her dark lashes bobbing up—then lifting wholly. Gold sleep-murky eyes met his. “Hello, witchling,” he said. Her full, sensuous mouth tightened slightly, either in a repressed grimace or smile, he couldn’t tell. But she sat up, her moon-white hair sliding forward—her chains clanking. “Hello, princeling,” she said.””
