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Morath’s horrors. “I am in your debt.”
Kaltain stared down at where he knelt. “I
never had friends of my own. Not as you have.
I always envied you for it. You, and Aelin.”
He lifted his head. “You know who she is?”
A hint of a smile. “Death has its
advantages.”
He couldn’t stop his next question. “Is—is
it better there? Are you at peace?”
“I am not allowed to say,” Kaltain replied
softly, her eyes shining with understanding.
“And I am not allowed to say who dwells here
with me.”
He nodded, fighting past the tightness in
his chest, the disappointment. But he cocked
his head to the side. “Who forbids you from
doing so?” If the twelve gods of this land were
stranded in Erilea, they certainly didn’t rule
over other realms.
Kaltain’s lips curved upward. “I am not