“I'd opted for my Illyrian leather pants and a loose, white shirt- and a pair of embroidered slippers that Cassian kept snorting at as we flew. When he did so for the third time in two minutes, I pinched his arm and said, 'It's hot. Those boots are stuffy.' His brows rose, the portrait of innocence. 'I didn't say anything.' 'You grunted. Again.' 'I've been living with Mor for five hundred years. I've learned the hard way not to question shoe choices.' He smirked. 'However stupid they may be.' 'It's dinner. Unless there's some battle planned afterward.' 'Your sister will be there- I'd say that's battle aplenty.” FunnyShoesSarah J MaasFeyreFeyre ArcheronCassianNesta ArcheronA Court Of Wings And RuinMorSnorting Book:A Court of Wings and Ruin Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin
“Nesta let out a low laugh. 'If you want someone to blame for all of this,' she said to Tamlin, 'perhaps you should first look in the mirror.' Tamlin snarled at her. Cassian snarled right back, 'Watch it.' Tamlin looked between my sister and Cassian- his gaze lingering on Cassian's wings, tucked in behind him. Snorted. 'Seems like other preferences run in the Archeron family, too.” BlameSarah J MaasWarningCassianNesta ArcheronNestaTamlinA Court Of Wings And RuinSnarlingSnorting Book:A Court of Wings and Ruin Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin