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wanting to go near this place.
He didn’t blame her. The reek from the
mountain set his knees wobbling.
But he’d spent years schooling his
expression against the headache-inducing
perfumes his mother’s courtiers wore. How
far away that world seemed—that palace of
perfume and lace and lilting music. Had they
not resisted Erawan, would he have allowed it
to still exist? Had they bowed to him, would
Erawan have maintained his ruse as
Perrington and ruled as a mortal king?
Dorian’s legs burned, the hours of walking
taking their toll. Manon and Asterin lurked
nearby, hidden in the snow and stone. They no
doubt marked his every move while he inched
closer to the gates.
His parting words with Manon had been
brief. Terse.
He’d dropped the two Wyrdkeys into her