recoiling wherever they met the light.
“Someone’s pissed about the treasure,”
Fenrys muttered.
“They can get in line,” Aelin said, and
Elide could have sworn that the gold in the
queen’s eyes glowed. A flare of deep-hidden
light, then nothing.
An ice-kissed wind snapped through the
caves. The hissing stopped.
Shuddering, Elide murmured, “I don’t
think I should care to return to these lands.”
Fenrys chuckled, a sensuous laugh that
didn’t meet his eyes. “I agree with you,
Lady.”
They drifted into the blackness for another
day, then two. Still the sea did not appear.
Aelin was sleeping, a dreamless, heavy
slumber, when a strong hand clasped her
shoulder. “Look,” Rowan whispered, his