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Fenrys didn’t answer, but from the anguish on
his face, Rowan knew no thanks were in order.
They pulled away, and Fenrys cupped her
cheek. “When you are ready, we can talk.”
About what they’d endured. To unravel all
that had happened.
Aelin nodded, blowing out a breath.
“Likewise.”
She resumed shoving gold into her pockets,
but glanced back to Fenrys, his face drawn. “I
gave you the blood oath to save your life,” she
said. “But if you do not want it, Fenrys, I ...
we can find some way to free you—”
“I want it,” Fenrys said, no trace of his
usual swaggering humor. He glanced to
Rowan, and bowed his head. “It is my honor
to serve this court. And serve you,” he added
to Aelin.
She waved a hand in dismissal, though
Rowan didn’t fail to note the sheen in her eyes