Celaena touched Philippa’s hand. “Thank you.” She grabbed her teacup and hissed, almost dropping it into her lap as the scalding-hot cup bit into her hand.
“Careful now.” Philippa chuckled. “I didn’t know assassins could be so clumsy. If you need anything, send word. I’ve had my fair share of monthly pains.” Philippa ruffled Celaena’s hair and left. Celaena would have thanked her again, but another wave of cramping took over and she leaned forward as the door closed.
Her weight gain over the past three and a half months had allowed for her monthly cycles to return after near-starvation in Rieo had made them vanish. Celaena groaned. How was she going to train like this? The duel was four weeks away.
The snowflakes sparkled and shimmered beyond the glass panes of the window, twirling and
