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primed to do it.”
Fenrys blanched beneath the blood on his
face, and cast pleading eyes to Elide. “I
can’t.”
Silence fell on the battlements.
Then Rowan growled, “You won’t.” He
pointed with a bloody finger to the battlefield.
“You’d let him die, and for what? Aelin
forgave him.” His tattoo scrunched as he
snarled again. “Save him.”
Fenrys swallowed. But Aelin said, “Leave
it, Rowan.”
Rowan snarled at her too.
She snarled right back. “Leave it.”
Some unspoken conversation passed
between them, and the hope flaring in Elide’s
chest went out as Rowan backed down. Gave
Fenrys an apologetic nod. Fenrys, looking like
he was going to be sick, just faced the
battlefield again.