They weren’t going to break her. She’d already lasted longer than some in Endovier. But the guards had certainly done their best to remind Celaena Sardothien that she was nothing more than another prisoner and plaything to them. The most recent way had been the extreme whipping she had endured. It was a miracle she was able to move even a bit given the wounds that crossed her back.
Done with their fun, they had left her in the mud. Undoubtedly it would be much easier for everyone if the wounds got infected and she died. No, that couldn’t happen. She’d move. As soon as she could.
There were arms under her, helping her up before Celaena could resist. And the woman helped her out of sight of the other prisoners, murmuring something about bandaging her back. It didn’t quite make sense but her head was fuzzy and she couldn’t quite focus.
And then they rounded a corner and her breath caught anew. She recognized the assassin waiting there. And the woman deftly passed her off to him.
“Keep up,” he grunted, obviously less than thrilled to be in Endovier himself. Her heart leapt.
“Where is he?” He had to be here because Arobynn had ordered it.