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I ever want to leave? And for what? That?”
Even with her eyes shut, Aelin knew he
pointed toward her. “No, Fenrys. I will not
leave. And neither will you.”
A low whine cut the damp air.
“That will be all, Connall,” Maeve said,
and light flashed, penetrating even the
darkness behind Aelin’s lids.
She breathed and breathed and breathed.
“You know how quickly this can end,
Aelin,” Maeve said. Aelin kept her eyes shut.
“Tell me where you hid the Wyrdkeys, swear
the blood oath ... The order doesn’t matter, I
suppose.”
Aelin opened her eyes. Lifted her bound
hands before her.
And gave Maeve an obscene gesture, as
filthy and foul as she’d ever made.
Maeve’s smile tightened—just barely.
“Cairn.”