Now this was more like it. Asta wondered that she could ever have compared Coldan to an Easterling. Not that she had more than a vague idea what an Easterling looked like, but she knew they were supposed to be ugly and brutish– and Coldan, with the lock of dark hair that fell so charmingly across his forehead, with his grey eyes shining...Coldan was anything but ugly.
"To Sammath Naur and back!" Asta repeated, in a whisper equally fervent.
On impulse, she leant forward, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his.
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