Would you like me to grovel with gratitude for bringing me here, High Lord?"" Ah. The Muriel told you nothing important, did it?" That smile of his sparked something bold in my chest. "He also said that you liked being brushed, and if I'm a clever girl, I might train you with treats." Tamlin tipped his head to the sky and roared with laughter. Despite myself, I let out a quiet laugh. "I might die of surprise," Lucien said behind me. "You made a joke, Fare." I turned to look at him with a cool smile. "You don't want to know what the Muriel said about you." I flicked my brows up, and Lucien lifted his hands in defeat." I'd pay good money to hear what the Muriel thinks of Lucien," Hamlin said. A cork popped, followed by the sounds of Lucien chugging the bottle's contents and chuckling with a muttered, "Brushed.
— Sarah J. Maas
A Court of Thorns and Roses
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