Hey people:
I think this chapter is kinda self explanatory so yeah. Get ready to have your heart ripped out. Really sad...
Celaena was older, about sixteen or seventeen. She was healthier and even more beautiful than she was now. Her blonde hair was unbound and it swung into her face as she paced the room. Celaena wore a suit of a black, shiny material that reflected the candlelight. Various weapons were scattered all over the room. The few that were strapped onto her lithe body gleamed, their edges lethally sharp.
The careful, elegant furnishings of her home spoke of money. Rich carpets silenced the soft sound of her footsteps as she walked back and forth. The ornate clock atop the mantle read one in the morning. The expression on her face said it clearly enough. She was worried.
She stopped before the hearth and stripped of her weapons. Daggers, stilettos, swords. They clanged to the floor. Celaena rubbed her face tiredly. "He should be home by now," she muttered. She sat on the couch and tucked her legs beneath her body. "He'll come home. He has to." She closed her eyes sighed.
Celaena curled up on the divan and nodded to sleep.
When she finally woke up, it was dawn. She went out the door. A few minutes later, a well- dressed silver- eyed gentlemen slipped in.
It was obvious this man wasn't the man Celaena was waiting for just a few hours ago. He had a certain long-limbed predatory grace Dorian immediately shuddered at. The man wasn't classically handsome but he possessed an aura of a power and appeal that not even Dorian could deny. He must be a favorite with the ladies.
He settled into the couch to wait. Celaena returned. She walked in and shut the door behind her quietly. Stalking into the living room she paused as she beheld the silver-eyed man. She didn't seem surprised at the man's appearance in her own home. Celaena closed her eyes as if it would block the image of the man . "No," she said flatly.
"I'm so sorry," the man whispered.
Celaena's usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced with one of utter pain and agony. The man saw it. His face softened and Celaena's eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't say it." Celaena walked to the fireplace with deceptive calm, each move controlled and poised, as dangerous as the mountain lions of the Staghorn Mountains.
"They thought he was still living at the Keep," he whispered. Celaena's face tightened. "They left him as a message." Celaena grabbed the mantle clock.
She balanced it in her hand.
Celaena hurled the timepiece across the room and it shattered with an awful, splintering crack against the dining table. The clatter of dishes and silverware echoed around the room.
"Celaena," the man said softly. Celaena's face was dull with defeat.
"I want to see the body." she said, her voice dangerously soft. He shook his head.
"No. You don't. Celaena. Listen to me," he sounded desperate. Celaena whipped to face him her mouth bared in a terrifying snarl.
"I want to see the body."
"Sam wouldn't want you to act like this Celaena," the silver eyed man said softly. She gave a harsh, choked laugh, a sound like broken glass.
"How would you know how he would want me to act?" her empty gaze swept over him. "You are not him nor will you ever be." The man's countenance flashed with sorrow. Celaena laughed bitterly at his hurt expression. "Don't pretend you care about what happened with Sam, Arobynn. I know you don't." Celaena paused.
"You are probably happy, now that Sam is dead. No competition for my affections anymore. It's too bad I will never return your feelings." She brushed past him to the door. Arobynn's hand whipped out and caught her arm.
"Please, Celaena," he looked at her pleading. "Don't do this to yourself." She shook him off.
"You didn't own me or Sam anymore. He was my whole heart, and you broke it." Celaena's eyes shone with tears as she stared at him. "I will never forgive you for this, Arobynn. Never."
She stalked out of the apartment.
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