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Aelin said nothing.
Cairn ran a hand down the metal table’s
edge. “I’ve been debating what to do with you,
you know. How to really savor this, make it
special for us both before our time is
through.”
Fenrys’s snarl rumbled through the tent.
Cairn just swept the cloth from the smaller
table.
Low metal dishes on three legs, piled with
unlit logs.
Aelin stiffened as he hauled one over, and
set it beneath the foot of the metal table. A
smaller brazier, its legs cut short for its bowl
to hover barely above the ground.
He set the second brazier below the table’s
center. The third at the head.
“We’ve played with your hands before,”
Cairn said, straightening. Aelin began
shaking, began tugging on the chains