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but Borte beamed. “You are all truly Fae,
then.”
Gavriel, ever the gallant knight, sketched a
bow. Lorcan, the bastard, just crossed his
arms.
Yet Rowan smiled at Borte. “Indeed we
are.”
Borte whirled to Aelin. “Then you are
Aelin Galathynius. You look just how Nesryn
said.”
Aelin grinned at Nesryn, the woman
leaning against Sartaq’s side. “I hope you only
said horrible things about me.”
“Only the worst,” Nesryn said with dead
flatness, though her mouth twitched.
But Falkan whispered, “The queen,” and
fell to his knees.
Hasar laughed. “He never showed that sort
of awe when he met us.”
Sartaq lifted his brows. “You told him to