She smiled at him. âHow did you know just what Iâd want to see?â âHow could I not?â he said. âWhen I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mindâs eye always with a book in your hand.â He looked away from her as he said it, but not before she caught the slight flush on his cheekbones. He was so pale, he could never hide even the least blush, she thought â and was surprised how affectionate the thought was. -
Cassandra Clare