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Ren rose to his feet, his face tight beneath
his heavy hood.
Yet it was the man beside Ren who made
Aedion’s temper hone itself into a dangerous
thing.
“Darrow,” he said. “I would have thought
you’d be in Orynth by now.”
The lord bundled in furs did not smile. “I
came to deliver the message myself. Since my
most trusted courier seems inclined to select
another allegiance.”
The old bastard knew, then. About
Lysandra’s masquerading as Aelin. And Nox
Owen’s role in moving their army out of his
grasp.
“Let’s get it over with, then,” Aedion said.
Ren tensed, but said nothing.
Darrow’s thin lips curved in a cruel smile.
“For your acts of reckless rebellion, for your
failure to heed our command and take your