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he was nearly thirty, then he’d probably done even more killing than she had. And, from the many scars on his hands and face, it was easy to tell that he’d done a
lot
of clawing.
    â€œGood to know we’re kindred spirits,” she said. If Rolfe was already used to getting his hands dirty, then trading slaves wasn’t a stretch. But he was a filthy pirate. They were Arobynn Hamel’s assassins—educated, wealthy, refined. Slavery was beneath them.
    Rolfe gave her that crooked smile. “Do you act like this because it’s actually in your nature, or is it just because you’re afraid of dealing with people?”
    â€œI’m the world’s greatest assassin.” She lifted her chin. “I’m not afraid of anyone.”
    â€œReally?” Rolfe asked. “Because I’m the world’s greatest pirate, and I’m afraid of a great number of people. That’s how I’ve managed to stay alive for so long.”
    She didn’t deign to reply.
Slave-mongering pig.
He shook his head, smiling in exactly the same way she smirked at Sam when she wanted to piss him off.
    â€œI’m surprised Arobynn hasn’t made you check your arrogance,” Rolfe said. “Your companion seems to know when to keep his mouth shut.”
    Sam coughed loudly and leaned forward. “How did you become Pirate Lord, then?”
    Rolfe ran a finger along a deep groove in the wooden table. “I killed every pirate who was better than me.” The three other captains—all older, all more weathered and far less attractive than him—huffed, but didn’t refute it. “Anyone arrogant enough to think they couldn’t possibly lose to a young man with a patchwork crew and only one ship to his name. But they all fell, one by one. When you get a reputation like that, people tend to flock to you.” Rolfe glanced between Celaena and Sam. “You want my advice?” he asked her.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œI’d watch your back around Sam. You might be the best, Sardothien, but there’s always someone waiting for you to slip.”
    Sam, the traitorous bastard, didn’t hide his smirk. The other pirate captains chuckled.
    Celaena stared hard at Rolfe. Her stomach twisted with hunger. She’d eat later—swipe something from the tavern kitchens. “You want
my
advice?”
    He waved a hand, beckoning her to go on.
    â€œMind your own business.”
    Rolfe gave her a lazy smile.
    â€œI don’t mind Rolfe,” Sam mused later into the pitch darkness of their room. Celaena, who’d taken first watch, glared toward where his bed lay against the far wall.
    â€œOf course you don’t,” she grumbled, relishing the free air on her face. Seated on her bed, she leaned against the wall and picked at the threads on the blanket. “He told you to assassinate me.”
    Sam chuckled. “It
is
wise advice.”
    She rolled up the sleeves of her tunic. Even at night, this rotten place was scorching hot. “Perhaps it isn’t a wise idea for
you
to go to sleep, then.”
    Sam’s mattress groaned as he turned over. “Come on—you can’t take a bit of teasing?”
    â€œWhere my life is concerned? No.”
    Sam snorted. “Believe me, if I came home without you, Arobynn would skin me alive. Literally. If I’m going to kill you, Celaena, it’ll be when I can actually get away with it.”
    She scowled. “I appreciate that.” She fanned her sweating face with a hand. She’d sell her soul to a pack of demons for a cool breeze right now, but they had to keep the window covered—unless she wanted some spying pair of eyes to discover what she looked like. Though, now that she thought about it, she’d
love
to see the look on Rolfe’s face if he found out the truth. Most already knew that she was a young woman, but if he knew he was dealing with a sixteen-year-old, his pride might