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The smoke curled upward, up, up—
A small hole had been cut into the tent’s
ceiling. And through it ...
Aelin couldn’t fight the trembling in her
mouth at the night sky, at the pinpricks of
light shining in it.
Stars. Just two, but there were stars
overhead. The sky itself ... it was not the
heaviness of full night, but rather a murky,
graying black.
Dawn. Likely an hour or so away, if the
stars remained out. Perhaps she would last
long enough to see sunlight.
Fenrys’s eyes shot open, and he lifted his
head, ears twitching.
Aelin took steadying breaths as Cairn
shoved through the tent flaps, offering a
glimpse of fires and lightening darkness
beyond. Nothing else.
“Enjoy your rest?”