““If you go to the Vaults again,” she said as he nibbled on her ear, “I’ll hop in and beat you unconscious myself.” She felt him smile against her skin. “You could try.” He bit her ear—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to tell her that he’d now stopped listening. She whirled in his arms, glaring up at him, at his beautiful face illuminated by the glow of the city, at his eyes, so dark and rich. “And you used my lavender soap. Don’t ever do that—” But then Sam’s lips found hers, and Celaena stopped talking for a good while after that.””
