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as she stooped to gather more gold. Giving her
a moment, he strode to Fenrys and clasped his
shoulder. “It’s good to have you back.” He
added, stumbling a bit on the word, “Brother.”
For that’s what they would be. Had never
been before, but what Fenrys had done for
Aelin ... Yes, brother was what Rowan would
call him. Even if Fenrys’s own—
Fenrys’s dark eyes flickered. “She killed
Connall. Made him stab himself in the heart.”
A pearl-and-ruby necklace scattered from
Gavriel’s fingers.
The temperature in the tomb spiked, but
there was no flash of flame, no swirl of
embers.
As if Aelin’s magic had surged, only to be
leashed again.
Yet Aelin continued shoving gold and
jewels into her pockets.
She’d witnessed it, too. That slaughter.