Exclusive bridge scene from the Throne of Glass world!

Today I have a fantastic excerpt from an exclusive bridge scene from Sarah J Maas! I'm hosting part 10 so make sure to go back and read the rest of the excerpts to piece together the story!

 

THE ASSASSIN AND THE PRINCESS, By Sarah J. Maas

Part 10

Read previous parts of this scene here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Nehemia had gone to the front door to tell her guards that she was ready—and to find a carriage for hire. The sun had dropped, along with the temperature, and neither Celaena nor Nehemia felt particularly inclined to walk home in the frigid night.

Celaena was standing at the polished wooden counter, filling out directions on how and where to deliver Nehemia’s new clothes, and paying for her own purchases. She decided to take the red velvet gown, daring and scandalous as it was. If only because not buying it felt like some sort of defeat, some irreplaceable loss that cut her every time she thought about it.

She plucked the last piece of gold from her purse and set it on the counter, behind which Kavill stood, counting. “The red velvet gown should be ready in two weeks,” he said, taking the last piece of gold. “Do you have any special occasion in mind?”

She shrugged, glancing at Nehemia, who remained by the door, already looking miserable at the oncoming cold. Celaena herself wasn’t too keen to leave the warmth of the shop. She should have brought gloves—and a warmer cloak. “I’m sure I’ll find some use for the dress before summer.”

Kavill nodded, and closed his thick ledger. “Do let me know if it causes anyone to faint—or start a riot.”

She laughed under her breath, and turned to go, stuffing her hands into her pockets and praying her fingers didn’t fall off on the way home.

“Here,” Kavill said, and she turned to find a pair of exquisite dove-gray suede gloves in his hands. “On the house. For many years of loyal patronage.” His face bore its usual mask of polite calm and courtesy, but his brown eyes were bright. “And a gift—for a year spent without any gloves at all.”

          Had she had any doubt before, there was no shred of it remaining now. He knew who and what she was, knew where she had spent a year enslaved—knew what kind of money she used to buy his dresses.

          She had no words—none at all to do justice to the kindness of his gesture—so she merely nodded, took the gloves, and left.

Continue reading this scene at The Ninja Librarian tomorrow!

Thanks to Sarah and Bloomsbury for this! Make sure to read part 11 tomorrow!

Sophie