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His choice, then. He wondered what the
goddess who whispered to Elide made of this.
Wondered what the woman herself was
going to make of this as he said to Aelin,
“Fine.”
“Gods spare us,” Fenrys murmured.
Aelin’s lips curved in that hint of a smile,
amused and yet edged with a touch of cruelty,
as she glanced to the wolf. “You’ll have to let
him live, you realize,” she said to Fenrys,
lifting a brow. “No to-the-death dueling. No
vengeance-fighting. Can you stomach it?”
Lorcan bristled as Fenrys looked him over.
Lorcan let him see every bit of dominance in
his stare.
Fenrys sent all of his raging back. Not as
much as what Lorcan possessed, but enough to
remind him that the White Wolf of Doranelle
could bite if he wished. Lethally.
Fenrys just turned to the queen. “If I tell