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“Stop looking so nervous,' Cassian muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

'I'm not nervous,' Nesta muttered back, even as she bounced on her feet, trying not to stare toward the open archway as the clock ticked toward nine.

'Just relax.' He straightened his jacket.

'You're the one fidgeting,' she hissed.

'Because you're making me fidget.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames