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" Can I help you with something?" he asks. His lips twitch, fighting a losing battle against a wretched, playful grin.
I try to look cross with him, if only to keep up appearances. "You're supposed to be training."
"Worried I'm not getting enough exercise? I assure you, Mare," he says, winking, "we are."
It makes sense. Farley and Shade have been inseparable for a long while. Still, I gasp aloud, and swat his arm. "Shade Barrow!"
"Oh, come on, everyone knows. Not my fault you didn't figure it out. "
― Victoria Aveyard , Glass Sword (Red Queen, #2)