dorianxaelin:

Celaena was Aelin Galathynius. He had danced with her, kissed her, slept beside her, his mortal enemy. I’ll come back for you, she’d said her final day here. Even then, he’d known there was something else behind it. She would come back, but perhaps not as Celaena.

“Beheading might work for the ones with collars.” “And the people who used to own those bodies—they’re gone?” Narrok’s pleading, relieved face flashed before her. “It would seem so.”

“I would have thought,” Arobynn said, “given how close you two were and your abilities, that you’d somehow be able to sense it. Or at least hear of it, considering what he was accused of.” The prick was enjoying every second of this. If Dorian was dead or hurt—

Would it be to help him, or to kill him?