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Lorcan had not uttered a word. Had done
nothing but stand there, pale and silent. As if
he’d stopped being in his body, too.
“We don’t know her plans,” Nesryn said.
“The kharankui have not seen her for
millennia, and only hear whisperings carried
by lesser spiders. But they still worship her,
and wait for her return.”
Chaol met Aelin’s stare, his gaze
questioning.
Aelin said quietly, “I was Maeve’s prisoner
for two months.”
Utter silence in the tent. Then she
explained—all of it. Why she was not in
Terrasen, who now fought there, where Dorian
and Manon had gone.
Aelin swallowed as she finished, leaning
into Rowan’s touch. “Maeve wished me to
reveal the location of the two Wyrdkeys.
Wanted me to hand them over, but I managed