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“You can feel it, even now,” Maeve went
on. “The urge of your body to say yes.” Aelin
opened her eyes, and confusion must have
glittered there, because Maeve smiled. “Do
you know what being encased in iron does to a
magic-wielder? You wouldn’t feel it
immediately, but as time goes on ... your
magic needs release, Aelin. That pressure is
your magic screaming it wants you to come
free of these chains and release the strain.
Your very blood tells you to heed me.”
Truth. Not the submission part, but the
deepening pressure she knew would be worse
than any pain from burnout. She’d felt it once,
when plunging as far into her power as she’d
ever gone.
That would be nothing compared to this.
“I am leaving for a few days,” Maeve said.
Aelin stilled.
Maeve shook her head in a mockery of