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“Gansey,”
Blue’s voice was a quiet hum with only a hint of true annoyance. It was a brilliant spring day, and Gansey and Blue were exploring Cabeswater. Adam and Ronan were at the Barns, doing whatever it is they did when they went there, And Noah, well… he knew when he should stay away.
Click. Click.
“You were not given that camera to take pictures of me; your parents expect you to take pictures of works of art or national monuments–”
“Hush, Jane,” Gansey laughed. “You know my parents don’t mind. Besides, you do look like a work of art with that sweater and all that sunlight behind you,”
She did not acknowledge his compliment, but her cheeks flushed pink and she was obviously holding back a delighted smile. She did not complain when she camera clicked again. And again.
Once they reached the Pig, she quickly snatched the camera from his hands. He posed with his head held high, just like the king he was.