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ceiling, the walls, the floors. “Is it really?”
Yrene had to duck her head to hide her
grin. So did Chaol.
But Aelin said to the Lord of Anielle, “I
trust you’re not going to get in our way.”
A line in the sand. Yrene’s breath caught in
her throat.
Chaol’s father said simply, “Last I looked
you were not Queen of Adarlan.”
“No, but your son is Hand to the King,
which means he outranks you.” Aelin smiled
with horrific sweetness at Chaol. “Haven’t
you told him that?”
Yrene and Aelin were no longer the girls
they’d been in Innish, yes, but that wildfire
still remained in the queen’s spirit. Wildfire
touched with insanity.
Chaol shrugged. “I figured I’d tell him
when the time arose.”
His father glowered.