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Sam,” she said.”I’m trying!””Sam,” she repeated.”No,” he spat, hearing her tone. “No!”He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn’t going to come-not fast enough.”Please,” Sam begged as he beat and yanked on the grate, he tried to wedge another dagger under the lid. “Please don’t.”She knew he wasn’t speaking to her.The water hit her neck.”Please,” Sam moaned, his fingers now touching hers. She’d have one last breath. Her last words.”Take my body home to Terrasen, Sam,” she whispered. And with a gasping breath, she went under.
