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The hands on her shoulders pulled away.
Heaving, bile burning her throat, Aelin
once more curled over her knees.
Endure; outlast—
Maeve simply continued, “The dragons
didn’t survive that war. And they never rose
again.” Her lips curved, and Aelin knew
Maeve had ensured it.
Other fire-wielders—hunted and killed.
She didn’t know why she felt it then. That
shred of sorrow for creatures that had not
existed for untold centuries. Who would never
again be seen on this earth. Why it made her
so unspeakably sad. Why it mattered at all,
when her very blood was shrieking in agony.
Maeve turned to Connall, remaining in Fae
form beside the throne, raging eyes still fixed
on his brother. “Refreshments.”
Aelin knelt in that glass as food and drink
were gathered. Knelt as Maeve dined on