wave.
It was not from that wall of water at all.
Cracks formed in the earth, splintering
across it. Spiderwebbing from Aelin.
“The hot springs,” Chaol breathed. “The
valley floor is full of veins into the earth
itself.”
Into the burning heart of the world.
The keep shook, more violently this time.
The pillar of fire sucked back into Aelin.
She held out a hand before her, her fist closed.
As if it would halt the wave in its tracks.
He knew then. Either as her mate or
carranam, he knew.
“Three months,” Rowan breathed.
The others stilled.
“Three months,” he said again, his knees
wobbling. “She’s been making the descent
into her power for three months.”
Every day she had been with Maeve, bound
lily
(lily)
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