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greeting, then unceremoniously dropped to the
floor beside Fenrys and hauled the platter of
chicken toward him. “The men are rife with
fear, though. Days of defending these walls
have worn on them.”
Rowan nodded, not bothering to tell the
Lion they’d just discussed this as Gavriel
ripped into the food. “We’ll have to make sure
they don’t balk tomorrow, then.”
Indeed.
“I was wondering,” Elide said to none of
them in particular after a moment. “Since
Maeve is an imposter, who would rule
Doranelle if she was banished with all the
other Valg?”
“Or burned to a crisp,” Fenrys muttered.
Aelin might have smiled grimly, but
Elide’s question settled into her.
Gavriel slowly set down the chicken.
Rowan’s arm dropped from Aelin’s