change that.” Her lips curled in a snarl, but he
cut her off. “I know people are dying. We are
going to help them. But you need to have
some strength left, or you won’t be able to.”
Truth. Her mate spoke truth. And yet she
could see them, hear them. Those dying,
frightened people.
Whose screams so often sounded like her
own.
Rowan wriggled his fingers in silent
reminder. Shall we?
Aelin scowled and took his hand, letting
him haul her to her feet. So pushy.
Rowan slid an arm around her shoulders.
That’s the most polite thing you’ve ever said
about me.
Elide tried not to wince at the grayish gruel
steaming in front of her. Especially with the
innkeeper watching from the shadows behind