CHAPTER 66

Aelin awoke to the scent of pine and snow,
and knew she was home.
Not in Terrasen, not yet, but in the sense
she would always be home, if Rowan was with
her.
His steady breaths filled her right ear, the
sound of the well and truly asleep, and the
arm he’d draped across her middle was a
solid, warm weight. Silvery light glazed the
ancient stones of the ceiling.
Morning—or a cloudy day. The halls
beyond the room offered shards of sound that
she sorted through, piece by piece, as if she