The Assassin and the Empire (Throne of Glass, #0.5)

by Sarah J. Maas

If there was a place in Rifthold where the scum of the capital could always be found, it was the Vaults.

“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.”

“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.