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days.” He cut her a sidelong glance. “I don’t
suppose I’m the only one.”
She picked at the blister on her right hand,
hissing. “We could start a secret society—for
people who don’t sleep well.”
“As long as Lorcan isn’t invited, I’m in.”
Aelin huffed a laugh. “Let it go.”
His face turned stony. “I said I would.”
“You clearly haven’t.”
“I’ll let it go when you stop running
yourself ragged at dawn.”
“I’m not running myself ragged. Rowan is
overseeing it.”
“Rowan is the only reason you’re not
limping everywhere.”
Truth. Aelin curled her aching hands into
fists and slid them into her pockets. Fenrys
said nothing—didn’t ask why she didn’t warm
her fingers. Or the air around them.
He just turned to her and blinked three