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tonight, to sort through this colossal mess.
Chaol nodded. “We brought a trunk of
books with us,” he said to Aelin. “From the
Torre. They’re all full of Wyrdmarks.” Aelin
didn’t so much as blink, but Chaol finished,
“If we get through this battle, they’re yours to
peruse. In case there’s anything in them that
might help.” Against Erawan, against Maeve,
against his mate’s terrible fate.
Aelin just vaguely nodded.
So Rowan forced himself to shove away
the shock and disgust and fear, and focus upon
the plan ahead. Only Gavriel seemed able to
do the same, Fenrys staying where he was, and
Lorcan just staring and staring at nothing.
Aelin remained in her chair, simmering.
Roiling.
They planned it quickly and efficiently:
they would return with Chaol and Yrene to the
keep, to help with the fighting tomorrow. The