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But to take Aelin in the chains, when she was
so frantic to be free of them ...
Aelin’s eyes opened.
They were empty. Wholly drained. A
warrior accepting defeat.
Elide blurted, scrambling for anything to
banish that emptiness, “Was there ever a key?
Did you see them using a key?”
Two blinks. As if that meant something.
Rowan and Lorcan yanked again, straining.
But Aelin’s stare fell to the moss, the
stones. Narrowed slightly, as if the question
had settled. Through the small hole in her
mask, Elide could barely see her mouth the
words. A key.
“I don’t have it—we don’t have them,”
Elide said, sensing the direction of Aelin’s
thoughts. “Manon and Dorian do.”
“Quiet,” Lorcan hissed. Not at the level of
her voice, but the deadly information Elide