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“Azriel nodded at her. 'What happened to you?'

She knew what he meant: the black eye that was finally fading. Her hands and chin had healed, along with the bruising on her body, but the black eye had turned greenish. By tomorrow morning, it'd be gone entirely. 'Nothing,' she said without looking at Cassian.

'She fell down the stairs,' Cassian said, not looking at her, either.

Azriel's silence was pointed before he asked, 'Did someone... push you?'

'Asshole,' Cassian growled.

Nesta lifted her eyes from her plate enough to note the amusement in Azriel's gaze, even though no smile graced his sensuous mouth.

Cassian went on, 'I told her earlier today: if she'd bother to train, she'd at least have bragging rights for the bruises.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“You could have been the one to stop her.' Her eyes were hard upon me, and she bared her teeth. They were alarmingly sharp. She shoved the turnips and beets into the bag. 'You could have been the one to free him and his power, had you not been so blind to your own heart. Humans,' she spat.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses