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Desert—looking twenty years older. “You
sold your youth to a stygian spider.”
“You two know each other?” Nesryn gaped.
“The threads of fate weave together in
strange ways,” Falkan said, then smiled at
Aelin. “I never got your name.”
Hasar chuckled from the other side of the
desk. “You already know it, shifter.”
Before Falkan could figure it out, Fenrys
stepped forward. “Shifter?”
But Nesryn said, “And Lysandra’s uncle.”
Aelin slumped into the chair beside
Chaol’s. Rowan laid a hand on her shoulder,
and when she looked up, she found him near
laughter. “What’s so funny, exactly?” she
hissed.
Rowan smirked. “That for once, you are the
one who gets knocked on your ass by a
surprise.”
Aelin stuck out her tongue. Borte grinned,