CHAPTER
46
Today, Aelin decided, was already forfeited to hell, and there was no use even trying to salvage it—not with what she had to do next.
Armed to the teeth, she tried not to think about Rowan’s words from the night before as they took the carriage across the city. But she heard them beneath every clop of the horses’ hooves, just as she’d heard them all night long while she lay awake in bed, trying to ignore his presence. Don’t touch me like that.
She sat as far from Rowan as she could get without hanging out the carriage window. She’d spoken to him, of course—distantly and quietly—and he’d given her clipped answers. Which made the ride truly delightful. Aedion, wisely, didn’t ask about it.
She needed to be clear-headed, relentless, in order to endure the next few
hours.
Arobynn was dead.
Word had come an hour ago that Arobynn had been found murdered. Her presence was requested immediately by Tern, Harding, and Mullin, the three assassins who had seized control of the Guild and estate until everything was sorted out.
She’d known last night, of course. Hearing it confirmed was a relief—that Lysandra had done it, and survived it, but …
Dead.
The carriage pulled up in front of the Assassins’ Keep, but Aelin didn’t move.
Silence fell as they looked up at the pale stone manor looming above. But Aelin closed her eyes, breathing in deep.
One last time—you have to wear this mask one last time, and then you can
bury Celaena Sardothien forever.
She opened her eyes, her shoulders squaring and her chin lifting, even as the rest of her went fluid with feline grace.
Aedion gaped, and she knew there was nothing of the cousin he’d come to know in her face. She glanced at him, then Rowan, a cruel smile spreading as she leaned over to open the carriage door.
“Don’t get in my way,” she told them.
She swept from the carriage, her cloak flapping in the spring wind as she stormed up the steps of the Keep and kicked open the front doors.