The Assassin's Blade (Throne of Glass, #0.1-0.5)

by Sarah J. Maas

as desirable as Sam, maybe. Sam—when had she ever thought of him as desirable? He’d laugh until he died if he ever knew she thought of him like that.

With nothing else to distract her, Celaena eventually returned to thinking about Sam. Even weeks later, she had no idea how she’d somehow gotten attached to him, what he’d been shouting when Arobynn beat her, and why Arobynn had thought he’d need three seasoned assassins to restrain him that day.

sometimes she thought Sam looked at her that way. But then he’d go and say something absurd, or try to undermine her, and she’d chide herself for even thinking that about him.

No; it was the memory of Sam’s face that had stopped her from kissing him.

“When you give your master his letter, also give him this. And tell him that in the Red Desert, we do not abuse our disciples.”

“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”