““Is it too early to ask what you’ll be doing for your birthday?” Celaena crossed her arms. “We have plans,” she said before Chaol could reply. She didn’t mean to sound so sharp, but—well, she’d been planning the night for a few weeks now. Chaol looked at her over a shoulder. “We do?” Celaena gave him a venomously sweet smile. “Oh, yes. It might not be an Asterion stallion, but …” Dorian’s eyes flashed. “Well, I hope you have fun,” he interrupted.””
