hunting him down.
Yrene cringed, though amusement sparked
in her eyes. “Is it bad if I want to join you?
And bring snacks?”
Chaol slung an arm around her shoulders,
giving Farasha a farewell stroke before they
left. Despite the cane, each step was limping,
and the pain in his back lanced down his legs,
but it was secondary. All of it, even the
damned war, was secondary to the woman at
his side.
To the future they’d build together.
As well as Yrene’s conversation with Chaol
had gone, that’s how badly things went
between Aelin Galathynius and his father.
Yrene didn’t bring snacks, but that was
only because by the time they reached the
Great Hall, they had intercepted his father.
Storming toward the room where Aelin and