𝓒𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑫.

his smugness , his annoyingly obvious mockery seeps beneath her skin and celaena glares toward him ; her movement abrupt as she turns on her heels and barges past him. “ insufferable asshole .”

confidence oozes from her smirk as lithe fingers grasp the hilt , she makes a show of balancing the blade within her hand as she swaggers into position and throws the dagger with precise accuracy into her target — sam’s previous mark. “ there’s a reason you’re beneath me .”

scoffing — despite his excellent aim , she crosses her arms and mocks. “ you throw as good as a courtesan .”

Although she could not answer verbally, Lysandra still understood Sam’s words so she offered her friend a soft nod of her head. This gesture was followed by a low purr, emphasising how much she enjoyed this form.

The ghost leopard stretches happily to give her friend more room, a low purr vibrating in her throat.

Someone scratch her tummy. Pretty please?

+ and I!” It didn’t even occur to the shifter that their old friend had yet to know about Celaena’s real identity. And everything all of them had done to free magic—and the world. “We’re dining at the Palace with Dorian tonight, I ought to have them add a seat for you.”