he’d been so easily persuaded to give up the
hunt for the third Wyrdkey. He’d known
better than to waste his time arguing. So he’d
planned, and let them, let Manon, believe him
to be content in his role to guard them with
his magic.
Reaching the boulder-shrouded clearing
that he’d scouted earlier under the guise of
aimlessly wandering the site, Dorian made
quick work of his preparations.
He had not forgotten a single movement of
Aelin’s hands in Skull’s Bay when she’d
smeared her blood on the floor of her room at
the Ocean Rose.
But it was not Elena whom he planned to
summon with his blood.
When the snow was red with it, when he’d
made sure the wind was still blowing its scent
away from the witch camp, Dorian unsheathed
Damaris and plunged it into the circle of
lily
(lily)
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