Celaena awoke to the heavy steps of Sam entering the apartment on the middle of the night. She couldn't afford to think about the job that he had taken to sustain them for the month. They were far away from Rifthold, far away from Adarlan and Arobynn, and the Assassin's Keep. All that was left of them there was their names, as the two greatest assassins who murdered Farren and Jayne and who were never to be seen again. They had sailed away that same night, watching the break of dawn from the docks. Now they were somewhere in the southern continents, and Celaena had no idea why. She didn't want to leave Erilea. Now, Sam was fighting in a pit of the city in exchange for gold, just like he was fighting in Rifthold, and she couldn't stand that. She knew she wanted to be away from Assassin's Guild for good, and she told Sam a billion times about that. A billion times to make him stop begging her to search for the Assassin's Guild of the southern continent, but if that was the only thing they were good at, the only thing that would do to make Sam stop fighting in the pit, than Celaena would start to reconsider. She knew Sam would kill her.

She heard him entering the room, keeping the lights off because he didn't want to wake her up. She pretended to be asleep for that time. She saw his magnificent body as he stood against the open window and took off the black tunic, leaving his bare chest to glow against the moonlight. His pants were down to his hips, and Celaena studied every inch of it.

"Hey" he said noticing she was awake "I thought I asked you not to wait up"

"I couldn't sleep" she said sitting on the bed "Sam, I think is time we start looking for the Assassin's Guild"

"What?" He said pulling off his pants and jumping on the bed. Celaena felt his warm, soft skin as he sat beside her "You said…"

"I know what I said!" she just didn't scream because she didn't had he energy for that. She was very tired "but…" She couldn't complete the sentence. She looked to his face. He had a bruise on his eyebrow and a cut lip. She danced her hands down to his face and he closed his eyes.

"Celaena, I'm okay. You know that. I let them hit me otherwise it wouldn't be a fair fight"

"Then make it a dirty fight!" she told him, sitting straight.

"You know I can't" Sam said with his voice soft. It was amazing how he could keep his calm in every single moment "the owner won't let me fight if I don't make it fair"

"It is fair.You don't have fault if you're better than everyone in there"

"Is it fair that those people in there are fighters and I'm a professional killer? In fact, second best of the King of Assassins?"

"You don't know where the others came from…"

"I know they're not professional killers."

"Neither are you. We're not anymore"

"You just considered searching for the Assassin's Guild of here!"

"Because I don't want you fighting anymore in that pit! Those are all dirty mans. Drunks with no family and friends and spent their lives like that. The pit is everything for them. Gods know what they would do with you"

"Celaena, we killed Farren. The dirtiest man who had ever lived. A sadist. I can manage drunks"

"I know you can…" she said "I don't know if I can"

"If you wish, Celaena, I will search for the Assassin's Guild and we'll ask to join them. But I know how much you don't want to be an assassin anymore. So I want you to think better about this. You must know I'm okay with the fighting pit, and that I'm safe. If we're doing this, if we are going to look to the Assassin's Guild it's going to be all for you"

"Okay" she said between breaths "I'll reconsider"

"Good" he said, and pulled an arm around her. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"I love you" he said, but she just kept her eyes closed trying to go to sleep.