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Azriel set the potatoes in the centre of the table, Cassian diving right in. Or he tried to.
One moment, his hand was spearing toward the serving spoon. The next, it was stopped. Azriel's scarred fingers wrapped around his wrist. 'Wait,' Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice.
Mor gaped wide enough that I was certain the half-chewed green beans in her mouth were going to tumble onto her plate. Amren just smirked over the rim of her wineglass.
Cassian gawped at him. 'Wait for what? Gravy?'
Azriel didn't let go. 'Wait until everyone is seated before eating.'
'Pig,' Mor supplied.
Cassian gave a pointed look to the plate of green beans, chicken, bread, and ham already half eaten on Mor's plate. But he relaxed his hand, leaning back in his chair. 'I never knew you were a stickler for manners, Az.
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Sarah J. Maas (A Court of Frost and Starlight (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3.5))