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“I just want to be with you,” he murmured. “I don’t care where we go. That’s all I want.”
“Don’t use kissing to swindle me into accepting your apology,” she got out, even as she tilted her head to the side to allow him better access. He chuckled, his breath caressing her neck. “It was worth a shot.”
“And you used my lavender soap. Don’t ever do that—” But then Sam’s lips found hers, and Celaena stopped talking for a good while after that.
“You want to hear something ridiculous? Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland … and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.”
“I love you,” Sam said. Celaena wrapped her arms around him and held him close, breathing in his scent. Her only reply was, “I hate packing.”
Arobynn Hamel was sitting on her couch. Celaena halted. The King of the Assassins slowly got to his feet. She saw the expression in his eyes and knew what he was going to say long before he opened his mouth and whispered, “I’m sorry.” The silence struck.
He was dead. Sam was dead.
She didn’t want to go out into a world where he didn’t exist. So she watched the light shift and change, and let the world pass by without her.
“Why did you do it?” Arobynn’s attention drifted back to the wagon, already a small dot in the rolling foothills above Rifthold. “Because I don’t like sharing my belongings,” was his only response.
She’d never be ready for this, for Endovier and the world without Sam.
The breeze grew into a wind, and she closed her eyes, letting it sweep away the ashes of that dead world—of that dead girl. And then there was nothing left except something new, something still glowing red from the forging.
She would tuck Sam into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things were darkest. And then she would remember how it had felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibility. No matter what they did to her, they could never take that away. She would not break.
“My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.”
Celaena Sardothien lifted her chin and walked into the Salt Mines of Endovier.
