“You want to know what price I asked for forgiving Arobynn, Celaena?”
She slowly turned. With the ongoing rain, the hall was full of shadows and light. Sam stood so still that he might have been a statue. “My price was his oath that he’d never lay a hand on you again. I told him I’d forgive him in exchange for that.”
WHY DON'T YOU SKIN ME ALIVE AND RIP OUT MY GUTS THAT WOULD HURT FAR LESS
