Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Fitz’s answering smile was full movie-star mode, which somehow
made her feel better and worse. Same thing happened when he
reached for her hands.
“It’s not going to be scary,” he promised. “There’s nothing you can
tell me that’s going to change anything between us, okay?”
She nodded.
Her voice was gone at that point—her brain was too busy trying to
imagine how he was going to react.
Would he cringe?
Laugh?
Run away screaming?
Most likely he’d just get super fidgety and mumble about how he’d
always thought of her like a little sister. And if he did . . . she was
going to have to find a way to live with that.
If Dex could get past the way she’d rejected him, surely she could
put any hurt aside too.
And yet . . . a tiny part of her brain couldn’t help reminding her
about all the sweet gifts Fitz had given her over the last few months,
and those moments under Calla’s Panakes tree, where it almost felt
like maybe Fitz was going to—
“That’s weird,” Fitz said, interrupting all of those silly, silly
thoughts.
He pointed to her shadow, which was . . . moving.
So was his.
And Sandor’s.
And Grizel’s.
Each of the four dark shapes kept stretching longer and longer and
longer.