and Chaol and said, eyes bright—with joy and
warmth this time, “Congratulations.”
How she knew, Yrene had no idea. But the
Fae possessed a preternatural sense of smell.
Yrene smiled all the same as she bowed her
head—just before Aelin slammed the door in
the Lord of Anielle’s face.
Chaol turned to his father, any hint of
amusement expertly hidden. “Well, you saw
her.”
Chaol’s father shook with what Yrene
supposed was a combination of rage and
humiliation, and stalked away. It was one of
the finest sights Yrene had ever seen.
From Chaol’s smile, she knew her husband
felt the same.
“What a horrible man.” Elide finished off her
chicken leg before handing the other to
Fenrys, who had shifted back into his Fae