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Aelin nodded, and let go of her hand to turn
to all of them. In the rising sun, the queen was
bathed in gold. “Terrasen is over two weeks
away, if the winter storms don’t interfere.
We’ll use this time to train and plan.”
“Plan for what?” Fenrys asked, coming
closer.
A member of this court. Of Lorcan’s own
court. The three of them once again bound—
and yet freer than they’d ever been. Lorcan
half wondered why the queen didn’t offer the
oath to Gavriel, but she spoke again.
“My task cannot be completed without the
keys. I assume that their new bearers will
eventually seek me out, if the third is found
and they decide not to finish things
themselves.” She glanced to Rowan, who
nodded. As if they’d already discussed this.
“So rather than waste vital time roaming the
continent in pursuit of them, we will indeed