Sarah J. Maas Quote
So, Mikhail said, shattering her thoughts as he pointed a fork at her, when your master beat the living daylights out of you, did you actually deserve it? Ansel shot him a dark look, and Celaena straightened. Even Ilias was now listening, his lovely eyes fixed on her face. But Celaena stared right at Mikhail. I suppose it depends on who is telling the story. Ansel chuckled. If Arobynn Hamel is telling the story, then yes, I suppose I did deserve it. I cost him a good deal of money—a kingdom’s worth of riches, probably. I was disobedient and disrespectful, and completely remorseless about what I did. She didn’t break her stare, and Mikhail’s smile faltered. But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn’t deserve it. None of them were smiling anymore. Holy gods, Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats. Celaena resumed eating. She didn’t feel like talking to them after that.
So, Mikhail said, shattering her thoughts as he pointed a fork at her, when your master beat the living daylights out of you, did you actually deserve it? Ansel shot him a dark look, and Celaena straightened. Even Ilias was now listening, his lovely eyes fixed on her face. But Celaena stared right at Mikhail. I suppose it depends on who is telling the story. Ansel chuckled. If Arobynn Hamel is telling the story, then yes, I suppose I did deserve it. I cost him a good deal of money—a kingdom’s worth of riches, probably. I was disobedient and disrespectful, and completely remorseless about what I did. She didn’t break her stare, and Mikhail’s smile faltered. But if the two hundred slaves that I freed are telling the story, then no, I suppose I didn’t deserve it. None of them were smiling anymore. Holy gods, Ansel whispered. True silence fell over their table for a few heartbeats. Celaena resumed eating. She didn’t feel like talking to them after that.