Chaol took one step toward her, though. One step, then he said, “I love you.” She strangled the sob that built in her throat. “I’m sorry,” she said, hoping he would remember those words later—later, when he knew everything. ……. The ship’s captain called for them to cast off. Sailors scurried, ropes were untied, tossed, and tied again, and the ship lurched. Her hands clasped the railing so hard they hurt. The ship began moving. And Chaol—the man she hated and loved so much that she could hardly think around him—just stood there, watching her go. ……. She stared toward him until the sun dropped beyond the horizon and a smattering of stars hung overhead. It was only when her eyelids drooped and she swayed on her feet that Celaena stopped staring toward Chaol. The smell of salt filled her nostrils, so different from the salt of Endovier, and a spirited wind whipped through her hair. With a hiss through her teeth, Celaena Sardothien turned her back on Adarlan and sailed toward Wendlyn. ...