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and misfortune. What Gavriel had not been
there to prevent. “But I still dread every day
that passes and we hear nothing. Dread every
messenger we see.”
A terror Rowan had never known, different
from his fear for his mate, his queen. The fear
of a father for his child.
He didn’t allow himself to look toward
Aelin. To remember his dreams while hunting
for her. The family he’d seen. The family
they’d make together.
“We must convince the khaganate royals to
march northward when this battle is over,”
Gavriel swore softly.
Rowan nodded. “If we can smash this army
tomorrow, and convince the royals that
Terrasen is the only course of action, then we
could indeed be heading north soon. You
might be fighting at Aedion’s side by
Yulemas.”