““Who’s the client?” “I don’t know. The man I spoke to had the usual disguises—hood, unremarkable clothing. He could have been acting on behalf of someone else.” “Why do they want to avoid using the Guild?” She moved to perch on the arm of the couch. The distance between her and Sam felt too large, too full of lightning. “Because they want me to kill Ioan Jayne and his second-in-command, Rourke Farran.” Celaena stared at him. “Ioan Jayne.” The biggest Crime Lord in Rifthold. Sam nodded. A roaring filled her ears. “He’s too well-guarded,” she said. “And Farran … That man is a psychopath. He’s a sadist””
