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Elide’s face was white as death. “But she
fears the healers.” A nod toward Yrene. “She
keeps that owl, you said—an enslaved Fae
healer—should the Valg ever discover her.”
For that was the other piece of it. The other
thing Nesryn had revealed, Chaol and Yrene
adding in their own accounts.
The Valg were parasites. And Yrene could
cure their human hosts of them. Had done so
for Princess Duva. And might be able to do
with so many others enslaved with rings or
collars.
But what had infested Duva ... A Valg
princess.
Aelin leaned back into her chair, her head
resting against the solid wall of Rowan’s
body. His hands shook against her shoulders.
Shook as he seemed to realize what, exactly,
had ripped into his mind. Where Maeve’s
power had come from that allowed her to do