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“I can’t tell if I should be ashamed of wanting to hold you on this day, or grateful that, despite what happened before now, it somehow brought me to you.”
“I would be the greatest fool in the world to let you go alone.”
The kiss obliterated her. It was like coming home or being born or suddenly finding an entire half of herself that had been missing.
Her rage took her to a place where she only knew three things: that Chaol had been taken from her, that she was a weapon forged to end lives, and that if Chaol was hurt, no one was going to walk out of that warehouse.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
It was war upon them all. Let them tremble in fear at what they had awoken.
“Wherever you are going,” Mort went on, “whatever you plan to do, you debase that sword by taking it from here. Aren’t you afraid of angering the gods?” Celaena just laughed quietly before she took the stairs, savoring each step, each movement that brought her closer to her prey.
Then Celaena and the King of Adarlan smiled at each other, and it was the most terrifying thing Dorian had ever seen.
“I’ll come back,” she said quietly. “I’ll come back for you.” And he knew that there was more that she wasn’t saying, some bigger meaning behind those words. But Dorian still believed her.

