Kingdom of Ash

with my heart stopping dead in my chest?
She snorted, propping her head with a fist
as she traced idle marks over the scratchy
blanket. “I sent a letter—when we were at that
port in Wendlyn.”
Rowan nodded. “To Aedion.”
“To Aedion,” she said, quietly enough that
Gavriel couldn’t hear from his spot outside
the door. “And to your uncle. And to Essar.”
Rowan’s brows rose. “Saying what?”
She hummed to herself. “Saying that I was
indeed imprisoned by Maeve, and that while I
was her captive, she laid out some rather
nefarious plans.”
Her mate went still. “With what goal in
mind?”
Aelin sat up, and picked at her nails.
“Convincing them to disband her army. Start a
revolt in Doranelle. Kick Maeve off the
throne. You know, small things.”