“Why would a pretty thing like that marry a guard?”

“I'm the Captain of the Guard-I'm not exactly a catch for any of them." There was some sorrow in his eyes, though it was well concealed. "Are you mad? You're better than everyone here. And you're-you're very handsome," she said, taking his hand in her free one. There was beauty in Chaol's face-and strenght, and honor, and loyalty. She stopped hearing the crowd, and her mouth became dry as he stared at her. How had she missed it for so long?”

“How'd you remember my brother's name?" She shrugged, not quite understanding the gleam in his eye. "You told me. Why wouldn't I remember it?”

“Fine, she wouldn't mind if Kaltain and Perrington met horrible deaths, but Dorian would be there. And Chaol.”

“Can I be honest with you?" Chaol leaned closer, and Celaena leaned to meet him as he whispered: "You sound like a raving lunatic.”

“She lifted her eyes to his face, and found his gaze lined with silver. "Get up," was all he said.”

“Chaol had been right. She'd missed the target by six inches to the left,”