She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it in the flames. She stared at the goose and sliced his drumstick carefully and thought of the blankest expression on the blankest face she could possibly imagine. It was a chilly evening; she thought about that. The goose would be delicious, they must eat as much of it as possible, they must not waste it; she thought about that.
Kristin CashoreGaran snorted. "Now that we know about his indigestion, we can torture him with cake.
Kristin CashoreHe made her drunk, this man made her drunk; and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe.
Kristin Cashore