warning at the castle, plus saving my life
before that.”
She didn’t know why she trusted him. But
she’d developed an instinct for men that had
always proved correct, even if she had been
unable to act on it in the past. Had only been
able to brace herself for them.
But Nox Owen—the kindness in his face
was true. His words were true. Another ally
Aelin had wrangled for them, this time
unwittingly.
She knew Aedion would agree to the plan,
even if he still hated her. So Lysandra leaned
in, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Then
listen carefully.”
It was done quietly and without a trace.
Every intricate element played out without
issue, as if the gods themselves aided them.
At dinner, Nox Owen laced the wine he’d