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CHAPTER 10 “You make a move, and I’ll spill your throat on the ground,” Rolfe hissed, his free hand ripping Celaena’s dagger from its sheath and tossing it into the brush. Then he took her sword, too. “Why not just kill me right now?” Rolfe’s breathy laugh tickled her ear. “Because I want to take

CHAPTER 9 Down the slope of the street, Celaena could perfectly see the two slave ships sitting—still unmoving—in the bay. And the mast-snapping chain not too far from them. Unfortunately, from his angle, so could Rolfe. The sky had turned light gray. Dawn. Celaena bowed her head to the Pirate Lord. “I’d rather not get

CHAPTER 8 Though the chant of the crowd roared around them, Rolfe and Sam had their eyes closed in concentration as their throats moved up and down, down and up, chugging their mugs of ale. And Celaena, watching it from behind her mask, could not stop laughing. It wasn’t that hard to pretend Sam was

CHAPTER 7 Nimble as a cat and smooth as a snake, Celaena climbed the wooden ladder built into the side of the ship. The first guard didn’t notice she was upon him until her hands were around his neck, striking the two points that sent him into unconsciousness. He slumped to the deck, and she

CHAPTER 6 After yet another miserably hot and sleepless night, Celaena spent the following day with Sam, walking through the streets of Skull’s Bay. They kept their pace leisurely, pausing at various vendors’ carts and popping into the occasional shop, but all the while tracing each step of their plan, going over every detail that

CHAPTER 5 Dinner with Sam was silent, and Rolfe appeared at eight to bring them both to the holding facility. Sam didn’t even ask where they were going. He just played along, as if he’d known the whole time. The holding facility was an enormous wooden warehouse, and even from down the block, something about

CHAPTER 4 Even when her turn to sleep came, Celaena lay awake. In the hours she’d spent watching over their room, one thought had become increasingly problematic. The slaves. Perhaps if Arobynn had sent someone else—perhaps if it was just a business deal that she found out about later, when she was too busy to

CHAPTER 3 It took them five minutes to search the cramped room for any spyholes or signs of danger; five minutes for them to lift the framed paintings on the woodpaneled walls, tap at the floorboards, seal the gap between the door and the floor, and cover the window with Sam’s weatherworn black cloak. When