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1 " It was not the sorrowful, lovely piece she had once played for Dorian, and it was not the light, dancing melodies she'd played for sport; it was not the complex and clever pieces she had played for Nehemia and Chaol. This piece was a celebration—a reaffirmation of life, of glory, of the pain and beauty in breathing.Perhaps that was why she'd gone to hear it performed every year, after so much killing and torture and punishment: as a reminder of that she was, of what she struggled to "
2 " He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immediately leapt on him. " Perhaps I'll see you later tonight." " If you're lucky," Celaena purred, and walked away. She smiled to herself as they strode through the castle.Eventully Nehemia turned to her. " Do you like him?" Celaena made a face. " Of course not. Why would I?" You converse easily. It seems as if you have...a connection." " A connection?" Celaena choked on the word. " I just enjoy teasing him." " It's not a crime if you consider him handsome. I'll admit I judged him wrong; I thought him to be a pompous, selfish idiot, but he's not so bad." " He's a Havilliard." " My mother was the daughter of a chief who sought to overthrow my grandfather." " We're both silly. It's nothing." " He seems to take great interest in you." Celaena's head whipped around, her eyes full of long-forgotten fury that made her belly ache and twist. " I would sooner cut out my own heart than love a Havilliard," she snarled.They completed their walk in silence, and when they parted ways, Celaena quickly wished Nehemia a pleasant evening before striding to her part of the castle. "
