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“Believe me, Celaena,” he snarled, his eyes flashing, “I know you can look after yourself. But I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.”

He’d loved her so much that she still felt the echoes of it, even now.

The best lies were always mixed with truth.

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