Baelish sat back, picking his teeth and sighing with content. "I wasn't expecting such a good dinner from a little tavern in Rosby but their roast mutton is up to anything in King's Landing." He peered at Sansa's untouched plate and chuckled. "You'll have to take my word for it."
"I wouldn't take your word for it if you told me the night is dark," said Sansa bitterly.
"No?" Baelish leaned forward, sympathy and concern etched on his face. "I kept my word about your friends. By now they're free." His voice had the unmistakable ring of sincerity and Sansa looked taken aback. Her companion smiled. "You doubted me?"
"I did, my lord." Sansa fussed with her napkin. "The Hound told me about my father…"
"He was lying. Not that I blame him. You're a beautiful woman, Sansa, and I saw how he looked at you in King's Landing. I did everything I could to save your father. Why else do you think he trusted me to the end?"
Sansa met his eyes and blushed. "It's hard to know what to believe after King's Landing."
"I know the feeling." Baelish stood up and walked over to the girl, putting out his hand. She took it and he drew her to her feet. "You and I can trust each other," he murmured, reaching around her and seizing her wrist. Sansa cried out in pain and the knife she had been holding fell to the floor. A guard poked his head in the door and Baelish waved him away, then walked over to the door, dragging Sansa with him, and bolted it. "I think you need a lesson in who the master is here." Sansa froze as Baelish ran his hands over her, then gripped the front of her dress and ripped it, baring her breasts. "Lovely."
He bent his head and she shuddered as his mouth touched her, then his eyes widened in shock and he fell, clawing at the knife buried in his neck. Sansa stood over him, watching as he tried to speak and bringing up blood, until he was still, his eyes fixed on nothing. There was a pounding on the door and for a brief moment the girl considered climbing out the window, then she shook her head wearily. Sandor was dead. Sansa was as sure of it as if it were his body and not Baelish lying on the floor. They were all dead. Baelish had killed the last of her family, her friends, her...whatever Sandor had been to her, whatever he might have become, it was over. It was time her life was over too. She pulled back the bolt and opened the door to Baelish' guards.