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and saucers in hand, she walked back into the living room. He had his legs crossed, one arm sprawled across the back of the sofa, and seemed to have made himself quite at home.
    She said nothing as she gave him the cup and then took a seat in one of the armchairs. The hearth was dark, and the day had been warm enough that Sam had left one of the living room windows open. A briny breeze off the Avery flowed into the apartment, rustling the crimson velvet curtains and teasing through her hair. She’d miss that smell, too.
    Arobynn took a sip, then peered into his teacup to look at the amber liquid inside. “Who can I thank for the impeccable taste in tea?”
    “Me. But you already know that.”
    “Hmm.” Arobynn took another sip. “You know, I
did
know that.” The afternoon light caught in his gray eyes, turning them to quicksilver. “What I
don’t
know is why you and Sam think it’s a good idea to dispatch Ioan Jayne and Rourke Farran.”
    Of course he knew. “It’s none of your business. Our client wanted to operate outside of the Guild, and now that I’ve transferred the money to your account, Sam and I are no longer a part of the Guild.”
    “Ioan Jayne,” Arobynn repeated, as if she somehow didn’t know who he was. “
Ioan Jayne
. Are you
insane
?”
    She clenched her jaw. “I don’t see why I should trust any of your advice.”
    “Even
I
wouldn’t take on Jayne.” Arobynn’s gaze burned. “And I’m saying that as someone who has spent
years
thinking of ways to put that man in a grave.”
    “I’m not playing another one of your mind games.” She set down her tea and rose from her seat. “Get out of my house.”
    Arobynn just stared up at her as if she were a sullen child. “Jayne is the undisputed Crime Lord in Rifthold for a reason. And Farran is his Second for a damn good reason, too. You might be excellent, Celaena, but you’re not invincible.”
    She crossed her arms. “Maybe you’re trying to dissuade me because you’re worried that when I kill him, I will have truly surpassed you.”
    Arobynn shot to his feet, towering over her. “The reason I’m trying to dissuade you, you stupid, ungrateful girl, is because Jayne and Farran are
lethal
. If a client offered me the glass castle itself, I wouldn’t touch an offer like that!”
    She felt her nostrils flare. “After all that you’ve done to me, how can you expect me to believe a word that comes out of your mouth?” Her hand had started drifting toward the dagger at her waist. Arobynn’s eyes remained on her face, but he was aware—he knew every movement her hands made and didn’t have to look at her to track them. “
Get out of my house,
” she growled.
    Arobynn gave her a half smile and looked around the apartment with deliberate care. “Tell me something, Celaena: do you trust Sam?”
    “What sort of a question is that?”
    Arobynn casually slid his hands into the pockets of his silver tunic. “Have you told him the truth about where you came from? I have a feeling that’s something he’d like to know. Perhaps before he dedicates his life to you.”
    She focused on keeping her breathing even, and pointed at the door again. “
Go
.”
    Arobynn shrugged, waving a hand as if to dismiss the questions he’d raised, and walked toward the front door. She watched his every move, took in every step and shift of his shoulders, noted what he looked at. He reached for the brass doorknob, but turned to her. His eyes—those silver eyes that would probably haunt her for the rest of her life—were bright.
    “No matter what I have done, I really do love you, Celaena.”
    The word hit her like a stone to the head. He’d never said that word to her before. Ever.
    A long silence fell between them.
    Arobynn’s neck shifted as he swallowed. “I do the things that I do because I’m scared … and because I don’t know how to express what I feel.” He said it so quietly that she barely heard it. “I did all of those things because