![]() ![]() He looked forward again, his iron grip tightening. His head shifted in her direction, and Celaena flashed him a grin. ![]() The black clothes were probably a part of it, too. Another tactic meant to confuse and intimidate her. Though the man grasping her arm was tall and fit, she could see nothing of the features concealed beneath his hood. They entered a particularly long hallway, silent save for their footsteps. She might have been insulted if he wasn’t trying so hard. As if she’d lose her bearings that easily. Nor had she missed when they zigzagged between levels, even though the building was a standard grid of hallways and stairwells. They strode down corridors, up flights of stairs, and around and around until she hadn’t the slightest chance of finding her way out again.Īt least, that was her escort’s intention, because she hadn’t failed to notice when they went up and down the same staircase within a matter of minutes. He gripped her arm as he led her through the shining building in which most of Endovier’s officials and overseers were housed. What she did not usually expect, however, was a hooded man in black at her side-as there was now. ![]() That was expected by Adarlan’s most notorious assassin. Most of the thousands of slaves in Endovier received similar treatment-though an extra half-dozen guards always walked Celaena to and from the mines. After a year of slavery in the Salt Mines of Endovier, Celaena Sardothien was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point. ![]()
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