“Deep down,” she said, “I’m a coward.” His brows rose. ”I’m a coward,” she repeated. “And I’m scared. I’m scared all the time. Always.” He removed her hand from his cheek to kiss the tips of her fingers. “I get scared, too,” he murmured onto her skin. “You want to hear something ridiculous? Whenever I’m scared out of my wits, I tell myself: My name is Sam Cortland…and I will not be afraid. I’ve been doing it for years.” It was her turn to raise her brows. “And that actually works?” He laughed onto her fingers. “Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. But it usually makes me feel better to some degree. Or it just makes me laugh at myself a bit.”
“How about a damned fool?” Chaol said. “I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with.”
The man clicked his tongue. “If you were that good, you would be more than the Captain of the Guard.” Chaol let out a low, breathy laugh. “I wasn’t talking about me.”
“She’s just one girl.” Though his guts were twisting at the thought of her in this place, with these people, though he was considering every possible way to get himself and Celaena out of here alive, he gave the man a grin. “Then you’re really in for a surprise.”
'This was some dream, or she had gone to Hell after all, because she couldn’t exist in the world where this had been done to him, where she paced like an idiot all night while he suffered, while Farren tortured him, while he ripped out his eyes and -
The body still smelled faintly like Sam. And like the cheap soap she made him use, because she was so selfish that she couldn’t let him have her lavender soap.
Celaena buried her face in his cold, stiff shoulder. There was a strange, musky scent all over him - a smell that was so distinctly not Sam that she almost vomited again. It clung to his golden-brown hair, to his torn, blueish lips.’