“You’re starting to like the notoriety.”
Rowan arched a brow. “You think that
everywhere I’ve gone for the past three
hundred years, whispers haven’t followed
me?” She rolled her eyes, but he chuckled.
“This is far better than Cold-hearted bastard
or I heard he killed someone with a table leg.”
“You did kill someone with a table leg.”
Rowan’s smirk grew.
“And you are a cold-hearted bastard,” she
threw in.
Rowan snorted. “I never said those
whispers were lies.”
Aelin looped her arm through his. “I’m
going to start a rumor about you, then.
Something truly grotesque.”
He groaned. “I dread the thought of what
you might come up with.”
She adopted a harsh whisper as they passed
a group of human soldiers. “You flew back
lily
(lily)
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