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" Sam," she said." I'm trying!" " Sam," she repeated." No," he spat, hearing her tone. " No!" He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn't going to come-not fast enough." Please," Sam begged as he beat and yanked on the grate, he tried to wedge another dagger under the lid. " Please don't." She knew he wasn't speaking to her.The water hit her neck." Please," Sam moaned, his fingers now touching hers. She'd have one last breath. Her last words." Take my body home to Terrasen, Sam," she whispered. And with a gasping breath, she went under. "
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" I'm not ill like that,” she groaned. He sat on her bed, peeling back the blanket. A servant entered, frowning at the mess on the floor, and shouted for help.
“Then it what way?”
“I,uh...” Her face was so hot she thought it would melt onto the floor. Oh you idiot. “My monthly cycles finally came back!”
His face suddenly matched hers and he stepped away, dragging his hand through his short hair. “I-if...Then I'll take my leave,” he stammered, and bowed. Celaena raised an eyebrow, and then, despite herself, smiled as he left the room as quick as his feet could go without running, tripping slightly in the doorway as he staggered into the rooms beyond. "
― Sarah J. Maas , Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass, #1)
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" He grasped her by the wrist , running a thumb along the sensitive skin underneath. " Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two" She grinned but someone was suddenly between them, a tall, powerfully built person. Sam. He ripped the stranger's hand off of her wrist. " She's spoken for," he growled, all too close to the young man's maked face. The stranger's friend was behind him in an instant, his bronze eyes fixed on Sam.Celaena grabbed Sam's elbow. " Enough," she warned him.The masked stranger looked Sam up and down, then held up his hands. " My mistake," he said, but winked at Celaena before disappeared into the crowd, his armed friend close behind.Celaena whirled to face Sam. " What in hell was that for?" " You're drunk," he told her, so close her chest brushed his, " And he knew it, too." " So?" Even as she said it, someone dancing wildly crashed into her and set her reeling. Sam caught her around the waist, his hands firm on her as he kept her from falling to the ground." You'll thank me in the morning." " Just because we're working together doesn't mean I'm suddenly incapable of handling myself." His hands were still on her waist." Let me take you home. "