Dorian patted the jacket pocket where the
two Wyrdkeys lay, ignoring the strange,
terrible power that pulsed against his hand in
answer. “Everything is a risk these days.” He
straightened. “I need your help.”
Gavin didn’t reply. His stare slid to
Damaris, still plunged in the snow amid the
marks. A personal effect of the king, as Aelin
had used the Eye of Elena to summon the
ancient queen. “At least you have taken good
care of my sword.” His eyes lifted to
Dorian’s, sharp as the blade itself. “Though I
cannot say the same of my kingdom.”
Dorian clenched his jaw. “I inherited a bit
of a mess from my father, I’m afraid.”
“You were a Prince of Adarlan long before
you became its king.”
Dorian’s magic churned to ice, colder than
the night around him. “Then consider me
trying to atone for years of bad behavior.”
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