Sarah J. Maas - 0.1 The Assassin and the Pirate Lord

Copyright 2012 by Sarah Maas

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This electronic edition published in 2012

First published in the United States of America in January 2012
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Seated in the council room of the Assassins Keep, Celaena Sardothien leaned back in her chair. Its past four in the morning, she said, adjusting the folds of her crimson silk dressing gown and crossing her bare legs beneath the wooden table. This had better be important.

Perhaps if you hadnt been reading all night, you wouldnt be so exhausted, snapped a young man seated across from her. She ignored him and studied the four other people assembled in the underground chamber.

All male, all far older than she, and all refusing to meet her stare. A chill that didnt have to do with the drafty room ran down her spine. Picking at her manicured nails, Celaena schooled her features into neutrality. The five assassins gathered at the long tableincluding herselfwere five of Arobynn Hamels seven most trusted companions.

This meeting was undeniably important. Shed known that from the moment the serving girl pounded on her door, insisting Celaena come downstairs and not even bother to get dressed. When Arobynn summoned you, you didnt keep him waiting. Thankfully, her sleepwear was as exquisite as her daytime wardrobeand cost nearly as much. Still, being sixteen in a room with men made her keep an eye on the neckline of her robe. Her beauty was a weaponone she kept honedbut it could also be a vulnerability.

Arobynn Hamel, King of the Assassins, lounged at the head of the table, his auburn hair shining in the light from the glass chandelier. His gray eyes met hers, and he frowned. It might have just been the late hour, but Celaena could have sworn that her mentor was paler than usual. Her stomach twisted.

Gregoris been caught, Arobynn finally said. Well, that would explain one person missing from this meeting. His mission was a trap. Hes now being held in the royal dungeons.

Celaena sighed through her nose. This was why shed been awakened? She tapped a slippered foot on the marble floor. Then kill him, she said.

Shed never liked Gregori, anyway. When she was ten, shed fed his horse a bag of candy and hed thrown a dagger at her head for it. Shed caught the dagger, of course, and ever since, Gregori had borne the scar on his cheek from her return throw.

Kill Gregori? demanded Sam, the young man seated at Arobynns lefta place that usually went to Ben, Arobynns second-in-command. Celaena knew very well what Sam Cortland thought of her. Shed known since they were children, when Arobynn took her in and declared hernot Samto be his protge and heir. That hadnt stopped Sam from trying to undermine her at every turn. And now, at seventeen, Sam was still a year older than she, and he still hadnt forgotten that he would always be second best.

She bristled at the sight of Sam in Bens seat. Ben would probably throttle Sam for it when he arrived. Or she could just save Ben the effort and do it herself.

Celaena looked to Arobynn; why hadnt he reprimanded Sam for sitting in Bens place? Arobynns face, still handsome despite the silver starting to show in his hair, remained impassive. She hated that unreadable mask, especially when controlling her own expressionsand temperremained a tad difficult.

If Gregoris been caught, Celaena drawled, brushing back a strand of her long, golden hair, then the protocols simple: send an apprentice to slip something into his food. Nothing painful, she added as the men around her tensed. Just enough to silence him before he talks.

Which Gregori might very well do, if he was in the royal dungeons. Most criminals who went in there never came out again. Not alive. And not in any recognizable shape.

The location of the Assassins Keep was a well-guarded secret, one shed been trained to keep until her last breath. But even if she told anyone, they were unlikely to believe that an elegant manor house on a very respectable street in Rifthold was home to some of the greatest assassins in the world. What better place to hide than in the middle of the capital city?

And if hes already talked? challenged Sam.

And if Gregoris already talked, she said, then kill everyone who heard. Sams brown eyes flashed as she gave him a little smile that she knew made him irate. Celaena turned to Arobynn. But you didnt need to drag us here to decide this. You already gave the order, didnt you?

Arobynn nodded, his mouth a thin line. Sam choked back his objection and looked toward the crackling hearth beside the table. The firelight cast the smooth, elegant panes of Sams face into light and shadowa face, shed been told, that could have earned him a fortune if hed followed in his mothers footsteps. But Sams mother had opted instead to leave him with assassins, not courtesans, before she died.

Silence fell, and a roaring noise filled her ears as Arobynn took a breath. Something was wrong.

What else? she asked, leaning forward. The other assassins focused on the table. Whatever had happened, they knew. Why hadnt Arobynn told her first?

Arobynns silver eyes became steel. Ben was killed.

Celaena gripped the arms of her chair. What? she demanded. BenBen, the ever-smiling assassin who had trained her as often as Arobynn. Ben, who had once mended her shattered right hand. Ben, the seventh and final member of Arobynns inner circle. He was barely thirty years old. Celaenas lips pulled back from her teeth. What do you mean, killed?

Arobynn eyed her, and a glimmer of grief flashed across his face. Five years Bens senior, Arobynn had grown up with Ben. Theyd been trained together; Ben had seen to it that his friend became the unrivaled King of the Assassins, and never questioned his place as Arobynns Second. Her throat closed up.

It was supposed to be Gregoris mission, Arobynn said quietly. I dont know why Ben was involved. Or who betrayed them. They found his body near the castle gates.

Do you have his body? she demanded. She had to see ithad to see him one last time, see how hed died, how many wounds it had taken to kill him.

No, Arobynn said.

Why the hell not? Her fists clenched and unclenched.

Because the place was swarming with guards and soldiers! Sam burst out, and she whipped her head to him. How do you think we learned about this in the first place?

Arobynn had sent Sam to see why Ben and Gregori were missing?

If wed grabbed his body, Sam said, refusing to back down from her glare, it would have led them right to the Keep.

Youre assassins, she growled at him. Youre supposed to be able to retrieve a body without being seen.

If youd been there, you would have done the same.

Celaena pushed her chair back so hard it flipped over. If Id been there, I would have killed all of them to get Bens body back! She slammed her hands on the table, rattling the glasses.