placethatusuallywenttoBen,Arobynn’ssecond-in-command.Celaenaknew
very well what Sam Cortland thought of her. She’d known since they were
children, when Arobynn took her in and declared her—not Sam—to be his
protégéeandheir.Thathadn’tstoppedSamfromtryingtoundermineherat
everyturn.Andnow,atseventeen,Samwasstillayearolderthanshe,andhe
stillhadn’tforgottenthathewouldalwaysbesecondbest.
ShebristledatthesightofSaminBen’sseat.Benwouldprobablythrottle
Samfor it whenhe arrived. Or she could just save Ben the effortand doit
herself.
CelaenalookedtoArobynn.Whyhadn’thereprimandedSamforsittingin
Ben’s place? Arobynn’s face, still handsome despite the silver starting to
show in his hair, remained impassive. She hated that unreadable mask,
especially when controlling her own expressions—and temper—remained a
taddifficult.
“IfGregori’sbeencaught,”Celaenadrawled,brushingbackastrandofher
long, golden hair, “then the protocol’s simple: send an apprentice to slip
somethingintohisfood.Nothingpainful,”sheaddedasthemenaroundher
tensed.“Justenoughtosilencehimbeforehetalks.”
WhichGregorimightverywelldo,ifhewasintheroyaldungeons.Most
criminalswhowentintherenevercameoutagain.Notalive.Andnotinany
recognizableshape.
ThelocationoftheAssassins’Keepwasawell-guardedsecret,oneshe’d
beentrainedtokeepuntilherlastbreath.Butevenifshedidn’t,noonewas
likelytobelievethatanelegantmanorhouseonaveryrespectablestreetin
Riftholdwashometosomeofthegreatestassassinsintheworld.Whatbetter
placetohidethaninthemiddleofthecapitalcity?
“Andifhe’salreadytalked?”challengedSam.
“And if Gregori’s already talked,” she said, “then kill everyone who
heard.”Sam’sbrowneyesflashedasshegavehimalittlesmilethatsheknew
madehimirate.CelaenaturnedtoArobynn.“Butyoudidn’tneedtodragus
heretodecidethis.Youalreadygavetheorder,didn’tyou?”
Arobynnnodded,hismouthathinline.Samchokedbackhisobjectionand
looked toward the crackling hearth beside the table. The firelight cast the
smooth, elegant panes of Sam’s face into light and shadow—a face, she’d
been told, that could have earned him a fortune if he’d followed in his
mother’s footsteps. But Sam’s mother had opted instead to leave him with
assassins,notcourtesans,beforeshedied.
Silencefell,andaroaringnoisefilledherearsasArobynntookabreath.
Somethingwaswrong.