She shook off his grip. “I am what I am, and I don’t particularly care what you think of me.” “Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at...

You’re back,” Sam said, as if he couldn’t quite believe it.She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “Obviously.”He tilted his head slightly to the side. “How was the desert?”There wasn’t a scratch...

Sam,” she said.”I’m trying!””Sam,” she repeated.”No,” he spat, hearing her tone. “No!”He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn’t going to come-not fast...