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world. And that rage was about to extract the
sort of vengeance only a mated male could
command.
Rowan’s canines flashed, but his voice was
deadly soft as he said to Lorcan, “Take her to
the glen.” A jerk of his chin to Gavriel.
“You’re with me.”
With a final look toward Aelin, his frozen
rage a brewing storm on the wind, the prince
and the Lion were gone, charging back toward
the chaotic, bloody camp.