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body. His bronze skin was ashen, his dark
eyes swimming with dread. “It did.”
Rowan growled, “It didn’t taste any
different to me, either.”
“A glamour—like the form she maintains,”
Gavriel mused.
Nesryn nodded. “From what the spiders
said, it seems entirely possible that she would
be able to convince you that her blood looked
and tasted like Fae blood.”
Fenrys made a sound like he was going to
be sick. Aelin was inclined to do the same.
And from far away—a memory-that-was-
not-a-memory stirred. Of summer nights
spent in a forest glen, Maeve instructing her.
Telling her a story about a queen who walked
between worlds.
Who had not been content in the realm in
which she’d been born, and had found a way
to leave it, using the lost knowledge of ancient