“You will need to lie low with your cousin once he escapes tomorrow,” Arobynn said. “Should you decide not to fulfill your end of the bargain … you’ll find out very quickly, Celaena darling, how deadly this city can be for those on the run—even fire-breathing bitch-queens.” “No more declarations of love or offers to walk over coals for me?” A sensual laugh. “You were always my favorite dance partner.”
