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September 15 - September 24, 2025
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!”
Oh sam....
“I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he’s always known how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
“You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot.” He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face, “Because I’d pick you.” And then she kissed him.
She just prayed Sam wouldn’t get hurt. In the silence of her bedroom, she swore an oath to the moonlight that if Sam were hurt, no force in the world would hold her back from slaughtering everyone responsible.
“And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that’s where I want to be. Forever.”
Even that pain felt distant. The freckles of light along the panels danced like falling snow. Like ash. Ash from a world burned into nothing—lying in ruins around her. She could taste the ash of that dead world on her chapped lips, settling on her leaden tongue.
She preferred the silence. In the silence she couldn’t hear the worst question of all: had she brought this upon herself?
For a heartbeat, the silence peeled back long enough for that question to worm its way into her skull, into her skin, into her breath and her bones.
Having him hate her was easier than this. She was … responsible for him now. And that was terrifying.
Inside that building, the murderer who called himself king dwelled, the man she feared above all others.
If the Vaults were the heart of Rifthold’s underworld, then the glass castle was the soul of Adarlan’s empire.
Just the thought of him sent a wretched fear splintering through her.
When he’d marched into Terrasen nine years ago, his invasion had been swift and brutal—so brutal that it made even Celaena sick to recall some of the atrocities that had been committed to secure his rule.
“We have all the time in the world.” Maybe he was right. And spending all the time in the world with Sam … That was a treasure worth paying anything for.
She was fire, she was darkness, she was dust and blood and shadow.
The girl who’d taken on a Pirate Lord and his entire island, the girl who’d stolen Asterion horses and raced along the beach in the Red Desert, the girl who’d sat on her own rooftop, watching the sun rise over the Avery, the girl who’d felt alive with possibility … that girl was gone.
There wasn’t anything left.
She hadn’t even killed the man who’d ended his li...
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Every bite tasted like ash.
A faint urge to cover her ears, to shut out that wretched voice, flickered in the back of her mind.
He’d already destroyed so much of Erilea—destroyed parts of her without even knowing it.
She could still smell the smoke that had suffocated every inch of Terrasen nine years ago, still smell the sizzling flesh and hear the futile screams as the king and his armies wiped out every last trace of resistance, every last trace of magic. No matter what Arobynn had trained her to do, the memories of those last weeks as Terrasen fell were imprinted upon her blood. So she just stared at him.
Brash, foolish fire flared up, and turned her—only for a moment—into that girl again.
